"And if you go through life expecting people to help you up and dust you off, you're going to end up short a few more books, Turpin." He paused at the end of the aisle, clearly on his way out to the circulation desk. He turned to face her one last time, eyebrows raised in mock inspiration. "Too bad you didn't bring your wand, what? Then you could have taken it back. Bad luck. See you in class." He disappeared with a careless wave, adding it to the pile of books he already had in his arms and heading with the lot to Madam Pince. It was very possibly the first time he'd ever taken out more than one at once.