Patchouli's pride and joy had always been and will always be her library. This grand library, Viole. Time and liberal use of magic had expanded the once-dull basement of the Scarlet Devil Mansion into a collection of books that rivals the Canterlot Library, perhaps even dwarfs it. It is presented here, in all its glory and grandiose size.

But something was wrong. While most would be awed by such a sight, its owner is anything but, very nearly panicking at the sight. Most might not be able to tell what has her spooked, but she knows. It's all to obvious, even standing at the entrance here. This transgression is unheard of. Intolerable. Unthinkable. Horrifying beyond all belief. Who would do such a thing? Why would they do such a thing?

All of the books were rearranged.