Sliding a book carefully free of the others on the shelf, Padma ran her fingers delicately over the cover. It felt rather like a treasure, such a rare thing.
Madam Pince would certainly never let her leave the library with it.
"There are mysteries in the world that defy even the broadest of languages," Padma defended with a soft smile, though her luck was tempered by Michael's apparent lack thereof. "Perhaps I can help you? Being a Prefect has had some benefits in familiarity with this section."
Her eyes followed from his person to the books that he browsed, narrowing in study.