Ivy walked into the library, wrapping her coat tighter around her. She surveyed the books, her eyes scanning for her grandmother's requested book. She sighed through her nose, debating whether a roof and food was worth being her hawkish grandma's errand boy. She puffed, grabbed the mysterious tome, and noticing a strange boy she ducked behind a shelf to watch from afar. How did a non-magician know where the library was. Her grandmother was a commonly known magician who had introduced Ivy to everyone as less of a relative and more so as help.