J.K. Rowling and Tom Hiddleston are stuck in Library Locked-In Overnight and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Honestly, Tom, do you ever feel trapped by the weight of a character, even one you adore?" Joanne asked, gazing at the towering shelves.

"Trapped? Perhaps," Tom mused, pacing thoughtfully. "But Loki, he's a prism, constantly refracting new facets of the human condition, even in his villainy."

"Precisely! Villainy isn't born, it's sculpted by circumstance, wouldn't you agree?" Joanne countered, her eyes gleaming with creative fire.

"Indeed. And isn't that the enduring power of stories? To show the potential for both extraordinary good and catastrophic evil within us all," Tom said, his voice resonant with conviction.

"It's the tapestry, Tom, the intricate weaving of light and shadow that makes a narrative truly compelling," Joanne sighed, running a hand over a leather-bound volume.

"But how do we, as storytellers, navigate that darkness without succumbing to it ourselves?" Tom questioned, a flicker of concern in his usually playful eyes.

"By holding onto the hope, Tom, the unwavering belief that even the darkest soul can find redemption," Joanne replied, her voice firm.

"A Gryffindor's conviction, I presume?" Tom teased, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes.

"Always," Joanne chuckled softly. "And perhaps a dash of Slytherin cunning to keep the plot interesting."

"A collaboration, then," Tom concluded, a smile playing on his lips. "A potent mix of courage and craft."