"Or you could make yourself useful," she replied, thrusting a book in his direction. Textiles wasn't exactly the most enthralling book, (though it was possibly the heaviest), but to a designing junkie like Astoria, it was the closest thing to a Bible that she had.
"Hold on to that, would you? They keep disappearing on me."
It was a direction — not a question. With any luck, Astoria wouldn't keep him for long. She only wanted a few books. She'd have been done by now, if it wasn't for the series of disappearing books that she'd been dealing with.
"You're— well, I don't remember your name, honestly. But you were in Gryffindor, right? Daphne's year." Astoria spoke as she was browsing through the shelves, mostly for her own benefit.