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Hermione taps on her phone screen, sending a message to Ugly 2 as she walks toward the family library. The reply is quick.

“sure! [attached image] next time, can i pet him? he looks so fluffy!”

Hermione sends a generic noncommittal response, before entering into the Rockefeller library. Books line the shelves of a modestly sized room, bright windows at the end letting in warm natural light. It had been her grandfather’s favorite room, the collection having been hand-picked by him over the years, though it had largely fallen into disuse after his passing. The girl takes a seat in a large, comfortable leather chair, and picks up the thinly curated phone directory booklet from the small table nearby. After quickly flipping through, she dials a number using the old-fashioned corded telephone on the same table.

“Rockefeller line. What can I do for ya?”

She clears her throat. “Ahem. I would like you to investigate the upload location of a specific image, with this IP address, and I would also like an extensive search of the following terms. Traditional search methods have failed.”

“Right on.” The sound of quick typing can be heard. After a moment, the voice answers. “Seems the image was likely uploaded from the local public library. These things aren’t exact, but it’s within the area. The search will take a bit, please hold.”

Hermione sets the phone handset to the side and begins to type up a message for the security team, when she gets a call from Ugly 1. She immediately answers.

“Haah… haah… Hermione… I think I see them… it took… a bit of asking… and… a lot of running… but eventually… a girl pointed me in the right direction…”

“Excellent. What are they doing?”

“It’s just… two of them… they’re just down the street… I think… they’re talking? One of them… has a big tail thing…!”

>Your directions?