Alle sits at the far end of the Ravenclaw table, nearest to the door of the hall. This is one of the only places on the table not overcrowded by over excited children. It's her corner of peace. She levitates her giant book out of her bag, setting it down on the table in front of her. Several students look her way, but she ignores them. She reaches back into her bottomless bag, pulling out a roll of parchment. Removing the pen she keeps behind her ear, she uses it to write a title at the top of the page. Links Between Spells. She cracks open the cover and begins reading, jotting notes down every once in a while. Several similarities begin to come up, but nothing major. After a while she sighs, resting her head on the book. This is an impossible feat, but one that she's going to have to tackle. She puts the book back into her bag, feeling better about the amount of space now in front of her. She pours herself a glass of water, sipping it as she watches people bustle around the hall. It's almost as if everyone has something to do, or they just act as though they're busy. She drums her fingers on the table. What if it's not actually possible...what she's trying to do?