Bibliophiles
A History of Quidditch is my latest acquisition. It is a beautiful book, a classic. I lift it from the shelf and hand it carefully to Minerva after closing the library: she will appreciate it like no student can.
On the title page, gold snitches dance around her fingertips.
"Remarkable," she whispers.
I turn the page. She gasps; I smile. Minerva bends over the book and I lower the lamp.
In the silence, surrounded by leather-bound tomes, this is easily the most romantic place at Hogwarts – if one were so inclined. I am not. Minerva understands, and we read together.