June 8th, 1894 — Crowdy Memorial Library, London

The quiet room at the Crowdy Memorial Library was aptly named. A small plaque beside the door informed patrons that stepping into the room would silence them; indeed, even Eurydice's footsteps had been soundless as she made her way to an available table.

Though the witch was in Britain to do society things, this time abroad also offered opportunity in new resources to solve her particular problem. Eury did not have an overabundance of hubris; she did not think she was at all likely to succeed where seasoned cursebreakers and learned wizards and witches had failed, but while she was resigned to a life with her affliction, a part of her could not quite let go of the idea that she might one day be normal again. Hope was its own sort of affliction.

Today, though, would not be that day. Eurydice was not exactly a gifted researcher, and so her amateur efforts had rather come up empty. With a sigh that she could feel, but not hear, she placed the trio of texts she had been combing through on a trolly labelled returns. Her chair had pushed itself in (again, without making a noise at all), and so the debutante made her way to the door.

Its rattle in the frame as she tugged upon it was the only sound that had permeated the room since it had last closed, a state it remained quite stubbornly in now.

Eury tried again, tugging a bit more forcefully at it, but it was as though it was stuck—or altogether locked.

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Why did he let Millie Potts pick a book from her home library this time, the teenager thought to himself as walked the shelves of the London library He was already a day behind by the time her realised Hogsmead library didn't have a copy, and another by the time he had flooed to London.

At least he had found it now and had decided to take an hour or two to go to the quiet room to try and get caught up with his friend. He sat their fiddling with the page, paying little heed to the other patrons, it was nice, in this horrible city, to find a little bit of sanctuary. Benedict coughed lightly, feeling strange that while feeling the breath on his fist, no sound at all entered the space.

A rattle jolted him out of his serenity as he saw a young woman try the exit to no avail, maybe it was a push and she was pulling, he mused to himself as he went back to reading, offering her only a smile at this point.

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Maeve had thought that coming to the library would be a nice respite from being at home. He had gotten an older sibling to side-apparate him while they went off to do their own thing. He liked the quiet room because it meant even if someone spoke to him, he wouldn't hear it. So people were unlikely to try. He looked up as a young woman seemed to be trying to get out. Please, library, let her out so she will stop being a distraction.

To his merit, he got up and went over to try and help in case it happened to be stuck and the strength of two would help.

  

Christabel had always appreciated the quiet room at the Crowdy Memorial Library, a sanctuary for thoughts and ideas to flow uninterrupted- since her return from the country she had taken to walking here each day and spending some time in the quiet room had proven to be rather good for her writing. She had already completed one novel and was rather a ways through another. It was an ideal place to craft intricate plots or delve into some obscure research item or other.

Upon entering, she had noticed a few other patrons already immersed in their work. The silence was comforting, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of her usual environments in Hogsmeade, Galway, and London - where either her friend set or family were a constant buzz of at best-spirited debate and at worst hostile arguments. She settled into a chair, smoothing her skirts, and began perusing the texts she had brought with her, while scribbling in her note book.

As the minutes ticked by, the soft, inaudible movements around the room barely registered in her consciousness. She was engrossed in a particularly fascinating account of a rather gruesome 17th-century murder when a subtle rattle broke her concentration. Chris looked up to see a young woman struggling with the door. The woman tugged at it again, her frustration evident despite the soundlessness of her actions. Chris's curiosity was piqued. She watched as another patron, a young man, barely acknowledged the woman's struggle before returning to his book with only a polite smile.

Then, yet another patron, a boy who seemed even younger, got up and approached the door to assist. One of her slender brows raised over the top of her book, the little drama by the door rather distracting.

  

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Even with the assistance of a young lad, the door quite resolutely refused to move, Eury's unfeminine grunt of effort deafened by the effects of the room. They were stuck in here—trapped seemed rather too dramatic—and the debutante turned to the others in the quiet room.

While others might have struggled to communicate under such circumstances, Eurydice Lovegood was uniquely qualified to not use her generally useless words. Of course, without sound in the room at all, she was unable to knock or stomp or do any other such thing for attention. Instead, the blonde found herself willing the other library patrons to look at her as she pointed at the door, shaking her head.

  

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Previously lost in his reading, Benedict was not a rude boy and when he realised his omission of action he blushed a little and walked across towards the door, nodding politely to the others that more keenly sought to help. Nobody could hear each other due to the silence spell, they were down to hand gestures only. This wasn't an entirely unusual situation to the petshop owners boy, words having little effect on many animals, but it was unusual enough. The teenager looked around him in search of ideas, what to try? A bombard spell would be a nice trick, but could any of them cast it non-verbally? Benedict certainly couldn't use non-verbal spells on account of his dogwood wand.

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A boy he recognized as being in the year above him also stepped up to try and help but to no avail. Surely a librarian would come around soon enough and notice the stuck door. For the moment, however, he knelt to get a better look at the doorknob and door jambs just in case it was something there that was making the door stick so resolutely.

  

Children had come to help, but though both were lads, both were rather slight; Eury had little confidence that they could merely brute force the thing open. She bit the inside of her lower lip, thinking.

Was it a silencing spell upon the room, she wondered, or a deafening one? If the latter, they were well and truly unable to call for help and had to rely on a librarian coming to their aid—possibly not until day's end, at worst. If the latter, however, perhaps sounds made within might still be heard without...

Shooing the boys away from the door, Eury pounded upon it thrice with both fists. If ever a knock was designed to be heard, it was this one, though whether it would bear fruit remained up in the air.

  

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The woman who was initially found the problem with the door shooed Benedict and the other boy away, before banging hard on the door, hoping to be heard. Benedict formulated another plan and tapped Maeve on the arm and gestured towards a statue. It was a bronze bust of some elderly wizard, perhaps a wealthy atron or even the founder of the library. "Well then Cornelius" he thought to himself, we might yet see see how hard your head. He could move the bust but it was very heavy so he made a gesture to the other boy to simulate a battering ram. He made a pounding gesture to copy Eurydice, then tapped on his wrist where he might have a time peice, then a ram gesture. He hoped the other boy would understand. If after a time, the banging didn't work, then they might have to try and break the door down. At least being wizards any damage would be easily rectified once they could access their verbal components again.

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-Eurydice Lovegood Maeve Buchanan II Christabel Daphnel-

  

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The increased activity and energy of the patrons by the door, once again drew her attention, and she looked up. Their combined efforts seemed futile. A sense of unease rippled through the group as they realized that no sound was escaping their attempts to communicate or open the door.

Chris closed her book gently, placing it on the table as she rose from her chair. As she approached the group gathered at the door, she saw one patron bang on it forcefully, the vibrations visible but eerily silent. Her brow furrowed in concern; this was no ordinary silence - more than the ordinary scholastic silence of the library.

She tried to speak, intending to offer assistance or suggest a solution, but no sound emerged from her lips. Her voice was swallowed by the room, confirming her suspicion that a spell was at play, one that was preventing any sound from escaping. Realizing that verbal communication was impossible, Belle grabbed a piece of parchment from her notepad and a quill. She quickly scratched out a message:

'What happened?'

She held the parchment up for the others to see, her eyes scanning their faces for any sign of understanding or explanation - the young woman seemed more au fae with the situation than the boys.

  

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Eurydice Lovegood was a young lady used to hiding frustration behind composure, but this was not a matter of her affliction but of the failure of the world around her. Doors were supposed to open, damnit!

After reading the large letters upon the parchment, Eury made eye contact with the other witch as she once again moved to open the door, exaggerated movements illustrating the problem. If they knew the whys of it, Eury reasoned, they might have remedied the situation by now.

  

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Christabel watched as the young woman read the hastily written message. Her frustration was palpable. Belle could sympathise, doors were supposed to open, and this silent predicament was wearing on her nerves.

Chris stepped closer to the door, drawing her wand from her pocket with a flick of her wrist. Determined to try and open the door with magic, she focused her thoughts and pointed her wand at the door's lock, preparing to cast the spell. She hadn't really expected any noise to come out - but since she wasn't sure if the issue was one of noise generation or noise perception she figured it was worth another shot.

Either way she heard nothing and her wand didn't emit the glow indicative of casting. The wand movements were precise, the spell casting familiar, yet the door remained stubbornly shut. The lack of auditory feedback from the spell was disconcerting, and the enchantment on the room seemed to absorb even the magical incantations.

Frustration bubbled up within her. Christabel took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She knew she needed to stay calm and think logically. The room's enchantment was powerful, possibly beyond the standard silencing charms she was familiar with. She pounded her fist on the door- hoping perhaps someone outside the room may be able to hear them - inelegant maybe but she was rather running out of ideas.

  

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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory

It was amusing in a morbid way that the Quiet Room working as intended was part of the issue. He helped Hunter lift the bust, waiting for the women to get out of the way so they could put Hunters plan into action.

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Benedict was now a man on a mission and he waved at the women to moved before running and picking up speed. Of course, he was now lout so if the ladies should not move he would stop, not wanting to risk hurting anyone, but given the space to put his plan into action he along with Maeve would charge the door with the heavy wooden bust like some kind of battering ram. The door had shown signs of vibrations, indicating it wasnt ensorcelled to protect against impact. At least that was Ben's working theory, what came to pass next would either be a splintered door into freedom, or two boys in a head by the door, possibly in pain from a dropped statue.

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The witch stood back, placing a hand on the arm of the other woman, urging her to do the same as the two lads approached the door like a sieging army with a battering ram. Were it not for the sensation of being trapped well and truly now gnawing at her, Eury might have felt a pang of guilt at any sort of damage—vandalism, really—to the space; she did not, however, see any other option.

Splintering was not enough, but a hole in the door flooded them with sound once again—that of the boards cleaving to the lads' efforts, that of the sounds of the library outside the quiet room. Eury even emitted a whoop of glee, a sound that reached her ears. She gestured for the boys to do the honours, to reach through the hole they had created and open the door from the other side.

To set them free.

  

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Hunters solution had worked though the Head Librarian was probably going to disapprove. At any rate, he reached through the hole and opened up the door. They had all been freed so could all go their merry ways.