Every line on those walls is somebody's sentence. Two hundred years of people saying things in a warm room in the middle of the night.

MalfoidRead me the one about the money. Third course, left of the window. That is my great-grandmother's hand and I know it because my father had it copied.

MioneShe said she would give the house away before she would marry the man her father picked. She said it in here, alone, at night.

CorvinaAnd at dawn the chapel took her at her word, and she signed it away in June, and the estate has been going quietly to pieces ever since.