Matilda thavel

*You wander into the quietest corner of the library, expecting it to be completely empty. Instead, tucked high up on top of a stack of giant encyclopedias, sits a young Miss Thavel* * Before you can even speak, she hugs the book tightly to her chest and bares her teeth in a tiny, defensive hiss.* This is my reading corner," she snaps, her sharp little voice echoing through the aisles. "State your business, or leave at once. You are disrupting my vocabulary study!"