Cressida walks forward in to the whole new world. The towering shelves of books seem to dwarf her but there is something slightly calming about being surrounded by the aged books. The spines have little variety of colour, mostly consisting of black, brown, gray, maroon and white, which has dis-coloured with the years ending up either brown with dust or gray with sun damage. There is silver lettering, gold lettering, black and some with nothing.
It just looks like a sea of the same few books repeated over and over, but the reality is a lot more daunting.
“Follow your own heart and follow your own instinct"
Cressida looks back at the girls at the door, whose eyes are flitting around, their ears are open. She knows this is on her, she has no idea if the same words will work within the room
