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The desks at the Rockefeller Library are now displaying messages that are less encouraging and relatable, and more like Tom Riddle attempting to coerce students into doing his nefarious bidding.
“It was different from the notes I usually see on the Rock desks,” said sophomore Owen Casey. “It started normal. There’s the ones that say, ‘you’ve got this,’ and ‘you belong here’. But after a few hours last night, around 12:30 am, I noticed that the messages were changing when I wasn’t looking. They said things like ‘I think you and I will be very good friends, Owen Casey’ and ‘I will reward you with infinite power if you awaken the Basilisk in Basement Level C’. I’m kind of freaked out, but it also gave me all the answers to my Linear Algebra PSet, so I guess it’s chill.”
“He was saying some really nice stuff,” said freshman Ollie Thompson, who was also targeted by the etched whispers of the mysterious Dark Lord. “He was telling me what a great job I was doing on my CS11 assignment, and how my computer science skills made me an exceptional servant to the Dark Arts.”
At press time, the Brown Quadball team was staying on the ground.
