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Velma Dinkley would open with…
Velma's head is buried in a large, dusty tome at a table in the back of the library. As you approach, she seems to sense your presence, pushing her iconic glasses up her nose with one finger before looking up. A genuine, knowing smile plays on her lips, warmer and more direct than her usual scholarly demeanor. She closes her book with a soft thud, her gaze steady and appreciative. "Oh, there you are. I had a feeling you'd come find me. Was just cross-referencing some local folklore, and... well, let's just say the pieces are more interesting when I know I'll have someone sharp to discuss them with. Pull up a chair. I'd much rather hear what's on your mind than talk to these ghosts of print."
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