A few days later.....

The books were stacked on the shelves in a dishevelled manner. The chairs were shabby and some unfinished paperwork occupied the tables. Wooden brown shelves were towering over her,like the doors leading to a chamber of secrets ,with the books waiting to welcome their visitors like watchful dragons. The old library had a stench of a few rugged looking books with most of the torn pages despondently making their way into the intestines of a nest of mice. A labyrinthine as it was,its dead silence coupled with the disquiet depicting millions of tiny letters,words and lines battering and bellowing against each other,demanding to be at the helm and speaking of old fables, mournful death,romance,thrillers,history ,emotions and demolitions.

Jenny felt lost in the maze

"Jeez,this looks like a maze to grab the Triwizard Cup,I wonder where my Harry Potter books are located",she frowned

"Welcome to the Fantasy Section",read the banner .

"Oh there you are,my baby"she beamed,pointing at the book atop the shelf.

She mounted the stool nearby and inched her toes towards the edge,to grab hold of her favourite book.The stool began to wobble and being on the verge of tripping off the stool, she almost clung to the edge of the shelf.

"Gosh!That was close;I could have broken my bones";Jenny said,gasping for breath

She touched her book which was spattered with speckles of a year old dust.The dust molecules catapulted to her nostrils and made her sneeze vehemently.

"AACHOOOO!!ACHOO!!"

Due to the semi-commotion, a few more books fell off and Jenny could now have the full access to the view of other side of the box officially.

Right across the section, she glimpsed someone with a bulbous nose with greyish yellow, frizzy hair.

Someone of her age...

Someone she knew....

..Someone who stood like an unwieldy mountain between her and her first love.....

"Her name is Ana..I can see that written on her notebook",she whispered.

Jenny could hear her speaking to her friend.

"You know Stella,I had always fancied the idea of a love potion,like J.K.Rowling does.I always wanted to inebriate my lover with this magical potion,so that he remains immersed in my eyes forever....",she giggled,unaware of her peril right across the border,invading her privacy

Jenny felt elated. Her exuberance was no less than the inexplicable joy of unlocking the chamber of secrets .Her dry lips had curved into a wry smile.....

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