He smiled, and picked up a box, feeling his muscles strain a little. "Oh please. It's not my muscles that I have to worry about. It's my mind and my eyes." He pulled the rest of the stuff in with him. "When did he move out, again? And no, they aren't all for you. I've bought a bunch of books for everyone so that you all can read up on the American witches' kind of magic. Go ahead and pick one out, there are a lot of different kinds."