[ Cassandra purses her lips slightly, looking at the drawing. That is a very specific, very detailed drawing. But she's not questioning why. Not yet. She's just trying to think.
She does a lot of extra credit work, and a lot of reading, and has seen at least the spine of almost every book in the library. The properly restricted section is, of course, off-limits, but there are some books that are reserved for the older students only, except by a teacher's request. She's brought in her fair share of notes for Madame Pince from various teachers, over the past two years and change.
She takes out a new piece of parchment - note-sized but not torn - and very very carefully begins to write. If Damian looks carefully, he might recognize a near-perfect imitation of the handwriting of their Care of Magical Creatures professor. She lists a few titles she knows off the top of her head, of more obscure magical creature books, usually unnecessary for the younger students.
She doesn't bother signing it, having brought in enough notes before to know that would give away the game, then sets her quill down, stands up, winks - cheekily, even - at Damian, and walks to Madame Pince's desk.
She hands the note over with a small smile and waits. Madame Pince looks it over, then retrieves four books from high shelves behind the desk, hands them off to Cassandra, and returns to whatever it is she was doing.
Cassandra returns with a triumphant smile. These books might not help, but it'll be more resources to pull from than he had before, right? She sets two in front of him and takes two for herself, immediately beginning to flip through the top one without even a moment's pause. ]
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She does a lot of extra credit work, and a lot of reading, and has seen at least the spine of almost every book in the library. The properly restricted section is, of course, off-limits, but there are some books that are reserved for the older students only, except by a teacher's request. She's brought in her fair share of notes for Madame Pince from various teachers, over the past two years and change.
She takes out a new piece of parchment - note-sized but not torn - and very very carefully begins to write. If Damian looks carefully, he might recognize a near-perfect imitation of the handwriting of their Care of Magical Creatures professor. She lists a few titles she knows off the top of her head, of more obscure magical creature books, usually unnecessary for the younger students.
She doesn't bother signing it, having brought in enough notes before to know that would give away the game, then sets her quill down, stands up, winks - cheekily, even - at Damian, and walks to Madame Pince's desk.
She hands the note over with a small smile and waits. Madame Pince looks it over, then retrieves four books from high shelves behind the desk, hands them off to Cassandra, and returns to whatever it is she was doing.
Cassandra returns with a triumphant smile. These books might not help, but it'll be more resources to pull from than he had before, right? She sets two in front of him and takes two for herself, immediately beginning to flip through the top one without even a moment's pause. ]