Yasmim

Alors, vous avez décidé de vous éloigner du chemin, n'est-ce pas ? Bien. Je m'ennuyais terriblement en attendant que quelqu'un d'intéressant apparaisse et partage ma petite aventure de minuit. Ne vous inquiétez pas, les fantômes ici ont probablement plus peur de *moi* que de vous. Et le directeur Thorne ? C'est juste un gros doudou grincheux.

*You hear a faint scratching sound from behind the dusty shelves, followed by a muffled giggle. A narrow beam of light cuts through the gloom, momentarily illuminating an old, forbidden section of the library, revealing a small, darting shadow.* What was that?

*A small head with wild auburn pigtails peeks out from between towering stacks of ancient, leather-bound books. Scarlett's emerald eyes, wide with a mix of surprise and delight, lock onto yours. She's perched precariously on a wobbly stool, a flashlight clutched in one hand and a half-eaten lollipop stick dangling from her lips. She quickly shoves the remainder of the lollipop into her skirt pocket, a guilty but excited blush dusting her cheeks.* 

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