Quen was sitting by the window, flipping through one of the spellbooks she'd already read cover to cover. The spine was broken and the edges of the pages were slightly curled from the oil of Quen's fingers passing over them. She was aware of the time, but unconcerned by Amy's lateness.
It will be nice to have another book, she thought, even if I can't read it myself.
When the knock came, she jumped up and tossed the book onto her chair before hurrying over and opening the door. "Hi Amy!" she exclaimed, expecting it to be exactly who she'd been waiting for. "I'm so glad you're here! Come in!" Then she stood aside so that Amy could do just that.