Michael smiled at the feel of her hand. He liked the way it felt in his, soft and small even though he knew just how much power could be behind them in quidditch. She was a contradiction at times like that, but it was part of why he'd always liked her as a friend, and now as maybe something more.
"Sounds like a plan." he gave a sheepish smile at her question. "A lot of it are notes about my experiments, some of them are ideas. The red ones tend to be my personal diary. A green one is a stream of thought journal at times to jot down ideas on. Most of them are blue though for experiments." if she'd ever noticed the bookshelves, there had been several of each color blocked together.