Miharu looked up from her book at the sound of a familiar voice, and she realised it was an upperclassman in her house. Selina…Kyle, if she remembered correctly. She nodded her acceptance and looked back down to her book.
{使い}—“It’s fine with me. S’free library, after all.”
A delicate snort of derision is Selina’s answer, although she nods in thanks as she drops her assorted books and bag on the table.
❝ Not every table’s free for a Slytherin. I can practically feel Gryffindors glaring. ❞
