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Her giggle settled into a small smile as she gazed up at him, wondering just how she lucked out with Amycus. If it had been any other person, she doubted they would look at her with the same softness he did, let alone give her the time of day. Her small smile widened as his words settled. “The Carrow family library? You’re being serious right now?” Beaming, she nodded. “The library in the Nott Manor was always my favorite room in the house, though I’m sure it pales in comparison to yours…”
Seeing Elodie happy-and knowing that he played a part in causing that happiness-made something warm settle in Amycus’s chest. He wasn’t used to caring about many people-for years, it had really only been his sister-but Elodie made him smile, made him feel at ease more than anyone else ever had. “Of course,” he told her, drinking in the sight of her smile. “It’s lacking in more of the modern publications-mother and father both don’t care for reading as a passtime, but my grandmother was quite the reader,” he explained, smiling fondly at the thought of the old woman. “It was her passion project, the library.”














