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Seeking solace from the constant social interactions, Cecilia yearned for a day of solitude. As luck would have it, the sun beamed outside, tempting her fellow students to venture beyond the castle's stone walls. Donning a comfortable, loose-fitting sweatshirt, she retreated to a secluded corner of the common room, relishing the blissful solitude. Nestled in the quiet embrace of her sanctuary, she cradled a beloved book from her muggle world, a faint smile dancing on her lips. With utmost care, she turned the delicate pages, losing herself in the enchanting tale woven within the worn covers. Despite her attempts at making new friends she found that her books were still the biggest comfort she could find.

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It was one of those days when Andrew didn't go to library but felt like reading here in the common room. The boy walked into the room and took a seat and this comfortable sofa. He did notice this girl reading here some book. He wondered should he disturb her or not. He wasn't really sure what to say now here. He wasn't really always good at starting conversations.

Cecilia's keen awareness prompted her to glance up from her book, catching sight of movement in her peripheral vision. It was Andrew Carter, the Prefect, holding a book that struck her as strangely familiar. Her gaze shifted back and forth between the book in her hands and the one he held, recognizing them to be the same. Intrigued, she tilted her head in curiosity and raised her eyes to meet his. "Hello," she greeted shyly. "You're reading The Wizard of Oz too?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine interest.

Andrew looked at the girl and just wondered how to do this. He wasn't really good at small talk for sure. When he heard the girl question this made him jump a bit. He was just so deep in his own thoughts. "Oh, hey," he said with a small smile on her face. "Oh, I have heard one book once. It was interesting one," he said with a smile on her face. It really had been interesting read.

Cecilia's shy smile blossomed, and she found it nearly impossible to contain her excitement as Andrew reciprocated with a warm smile of his own. Clutching her beloved book tightly, she couldn't help but share her adoration for it. "It's truly amazing," she gushed, raising the book for him to see. "it's my absolute favorite." With a twinkle in her eyes, she continued, "I've read it countless times. I'm pretty sure the pages stick out in all sorts of haphazard ways, and the cover looks like it's on the verge of surrendering to time. But I can't bear to repair it; the wear and tear tells its own story."

As Cecilia spoke, her gaze wandered around the school, her innate talent for observing people taking hold. She noticed the subtle interactions, the fleeting expressions that others might overlook. It was as if she had an invisible thread connecting her to the intricate web of human emotions and interactions.

Caught in her reverie, Cecilia suddenly remembered her manners. "Oh, and I apologize for my forgetfulness," she said, blushing faintly. "Yes, you're Andrew, right? I've seen you around. I'm Cecilia—a bit of a people-watcher, you could say. It's fascinating to observe how everyone navigates the halls of our school, like characters in their own stories." Her eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and a genuine desire to understand the world around her.