"You know," Mrs. Finch said, gesturing for Sarah to sit. "They are trying to force me out. They say I am behind the times. They want to turn this into a room full of computers instead of books. It is a LIBRARY," she said, pounding her fist on the desk in a way that made Sarah rather uncomfortable."
"What am I doing here?"
"Well, you made fun of me, dear. You called me a senile old bat. I'm not that old. Perhaps a bit old-fashioned sometimes, but not that old." She cackled. "Been feeling a bit odd today, dear? As if something was not quite right?"
Sarah stared at her, and started to back away, but then suddenly, she couldn't get her feet to move.
"I read all my books, dear. Including the old ones...Old ones with old magic in them. And getting a sample of your hair was rather easy..."
"What are you talking about?" Sarah said. Suddenly, a massive headache came on. She closed her eyes against the pain.
