The smell of books.

When you want to go into a state of constant denial it can be pretty easy but when reality hits you hard like the cold water you just have to shake your head and accept it Yes, this is reality.

Our protagonist did spend half the day crying, screaming and cussing out every single person whose name she could remember. Though after half a day she did gain her intelligence back and again and after staring at the mirror for a few minutes she rushed herself into the library in the central part of the manor, the one she had purposefully ignored because,

1. she hates books.

2. she hates stressing her brain out over information that would never need.

The second reason just got scrapped and now for the 'survival of the fittest' she needs, desperately so information that could help her understand the sheer maddening world of harry potter.

She also wants to get rid of her parents or guardians because they for sure are doing one hell of a shitty job. "Oh wait! Then does this mean...…I am a wizarding aristocrat?" she muttered to herself. Her eyes turned into the size of soccer ball and in the dark, murky corridor for the first time the elf saw happiness and what it looked like.

He watched his mistress as she jumped around, screaked and went against every single etiquette rule that was taught to his mistress. He had never seen her like this. Silently he turned back around lest his mistress sees him and her mood gets spoiled. Maybe he could share this news with all the other friends, after all the little mistress had been the only one who had never kicked or screamed at him.

As the little girl jumped around thinking of all the possibilities and advantages she could have from the sperm and ovary donor alongside the advantages. Though she soon remembered the library and rushed back onto the 3rd floor and stood there with her mouth agape.

In a simple word it was absolutely huge and in complex words it was the most astonishingly beautiful architectural fantasy that she had ever dreamed of. She walked around but obviously could not find or for the lack of better words she was confused, hella so. 'What could be the starting point? where should she start leaning from? magic rules, spells, laws or the greatest magical colonies should she start from the very bottom?' she thought to herself.

'What the hell? This is so hard. Maybe I should try being a salted fish. Hold up, what year am I in? Goodness, bottom knowledge looks like a good idea.' She clicked her tounge and snapped her fingers and turned to the left but as soon as her sight landed on the front her steps halted and on the verge of screaming she thought back to the consequences of doing so and so she reverted back to her character she had been playing for the past week.

The creature before her bowed and asked with a little tremble, "Mistress you called?"

'Did I now, huh?', so clicking the tongue and snapping fingers means this creature would come before her. Nice.

"I need your assistance." She muttered in the most posh voice she could muster though obviously she did forget to include arrogance and belittlement in it. the creature squeaked and bowed even more low as if awaiting the orders. The inside was a whole different story, assistance and no spitting on her, this....no one had ever talked to her so nicely.

Clearing her throat she then started listing the books she would require, " The starting spells, aiding techniques, laws of here and all the important books on the creatures here....I think they are called beasts and everything regarding the school coursework. I need them in my room as soon as possible." she looked at the creature and then waited for it's confirmation. Receiving it in the form of nod, she turned around muttered "Good." and strutted out with enough poise and elegance mastered from years of ice skating.

'Was I convincing? Oh I hope I was. I mean I have to be, after all I had acted really well in hiding what I feel all these years and not to mention that this face has this really intimidating and naïve expression. I can practice to make more expressionless just like a classic snob. '

Just as she turned around the corner and entered her wing she took a sharp intake of breathe because lying in front of her night just be the most massive pile of books she had ever seen.

The sitting room had 2 sofa alongside a sheer black gemstone carved table in the middle with a exotic carpet. Goodness it's design was absolutely ugly. The books were stacked on the table and....she first counted them.

21,22,23...…43. Her hand trembled and she hesitantly waked towards it. Taking one of the books all the other books fell down around her and she opened the one that was in her hand. Flipping it around she turned it towards the last page and looked at the number of page.

Page 234.

With the books lying around her while she sat in the middle of them all with a expression of injustice she again this time seriously contemplated, 'Is it too late now to regret this....no I have to.'

"This time you won't die.'" She confidently talked to herself. "This time you will win and for that" she looked at the books," even if you have to go through this hell you will."

Yes she would, not like she has any other option. God dammit, if only she had read all those books in her childhood. But thank god, she did not transmigrate into Percy Jackson or that maze runner thing,

would probably kill herself at the very beginning.