Tracey looked at him blankly for a moment before smiling. "No suggestions. I'm not big on reading, myself." Which she knew couldn't be said for the bespectacled man next to her. She remembered the way he spoke, the way he carried himself back at Hogwarts. Percy Weasley, Head Boy, had made himself incredibly hard to miss.
"You're just looking for something... for fun?" The notion seemed quite alien to Tracey, who never did such things for the pleasure of it. Obviously. She had better things to do. A social life to maintain. Spending an afternoon reading wasn't her idea of fun. "What sort of art do you like? That should be a good place to start."