Hermione sighed, looking up from her book, "Nothing much here either. I will say I'm incredibly jealous of your book collection, if these are anything to go on."
When he pulled out a book even older she scooted her chair closer to Jack's and leaned in to look at the book with him, her shoulder and knee brushing his. She almost had to sit on her hands to keep from reaching out to touch it. This was, hands down, the most amazing book she'd ever laid eyes on. "Wow," she whispered, barely audible.