There was a particular spot in the library that Siverly was most fond of. It was a comfortable armchair against the windows facing north so there was a good amount of light without it being too hot or too cold. The chair was also hidden from the front door so even if someone came into the library they wouldn't bother him right away.
He had missed that spot and was eager to sit down in it for a while but as he heard the sure footsteps of a knight approaching him, he knew he wouldn't get his wish to be left alone right away.
Henry didn't know what to say at first and he simply walked along shelves as he slowly approached the chair that Siverly had seemed to have taken a liking to.
There were plenty of books about magic lining the shelves. He wondered if that was due to his great-aunt being a mage.
