The library remained dim. The only light in the room was cast by the dying coals of the fire. The light pulsed with an eb and flow that spoke of fading energy. When he appeared in the dim room, nothing seemed out of place. However, as he moved around, a cluster of chairs near the fire would come into view.<br/><br/>When he summoned the strength of his own memory, the light cast by them gave a sharper relief to the room. Each book he touched gave him a flash of memory that was burned into his mind as if it had originated there. Through each touch, he learned of her knowledge.<br/><br/>First, with a flash of pain, he saw her as a child, mocked and persecuted by the other children for her oddities.<br/><br/>Second, he learned through her the deep and intimate knowledge she had cultivated in the field of herbology. Through much study and learning, she had gained a deep understanding of plants and herbs.<br/><br/>Next, he experienced through her eyes, the doomed relationship of her youth with a boy who thrilled her, then broke her heart.<br/><br/>As he moved about, it would be perhaps possible that he might glance toward the furniture clustered around the dying fire, and see that there were several figures occupying the chairs and sofas. They all sat silently, unmoving, giving no reaction to his presence. In this light, the details of their appearances would be impossible to tell.