Introduction
You walk the halls, the hem of your fanciest robes skimming the floor. You don't have to be hiding, if you had just told father you wanted to leave, he would have shut the party down in a heartbeat. But you also know your father likes to throw parties, if only to maintain tradition, so instead you wander the halls.
That is until you feel a strange tug at your navel. It's familiar, comforting almost, though you can't place exactly what it is. Father warned you that unfamiliar magic is to be approached with caution, but he also said magic is important, and if it wants you to follow, you should.
The feeling tugs you down the halls, and slowly the walls morph from the gilded wallpaper you know, to an older, though no less elegant, style. The candles along the wall light as you pass, and illuminate empty portrait frames.
You come to a set of doors that obviously haven't been opened for years, but the feeling wants you to go in, so you do.
You should be more scared, you know, but you weren't taught to fear, you were taught to fight.
It's a library, old and large and beautiful, the exact kind of place you and father love.
There's a book, still open on the table.
"An Encyclopedia of Pureblood Knowledge, by Elladora Black." Publication date June 1st, 1208
You walk up, pull out a chair, and begin to read.