Mauve's hands were killing her, between holding the lamp to the books on the shelves and pulling out books and putting them back, she wasn't sure which was more exhausting.
However, that wasn't the worst part; she had not made any progress in her search. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for at this point.
She wasn't trying to learn spells on her own, but at least she was hoping to find a book about magic, yet she had gone through at least three sections, and not a single book held anything on that matter.
She wondered if it was written in the old tongue, the one Louis said he couldn't teach her, and that was why she couldn't find it.
She just thought it didn't make sense that there wasn't any book written that told about the history of magic, or was she searching in the wrong section?
Mauve placed the candle on the ground, grateful for the candle holder; otherwise, she would have been burnt several times.
