smells like: old paper, vanilla perfume, cedar desks

You wander into a world of wonder, where ancient paper warily clings to hand-sown spines, countless histories written across the ages, pressed between leather bindings. There's a sweet smell as you hold your lantern, casting light that pierces shadows, anticipation buzzing around your ears and pounding in your chest.

It's as if you're living in a memory, and yet in the midst of writing a new story that only you can live. You carry within yourself many things all at once: inconsolable longing, wild hope, the desire to find knowledge, and the fear of how much might change if you find what you truly seek.

So, dear one, hold tight to that invisibility cloak, speak courage to your heart, and see what matchless secrets await you... in the restricted section.

Ron: “We’ve looked a hundred times.”

Hermione: “Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.”

-J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone