"Hey! I know!" Tonks never thought of books first, but for once the answer was in those musty bound pieces of rubbish. "We could read about your future. Then you'd at least know one way or the other, right?" Tonks smiled reassuringly at Oliver and scooted off of his lap (how had she ended up there?) and stood up. She didn't have a future to read about, but Oliver did. He could read about how his life was filled with Quidditch and then he could see that there was nothing to worry about.
"Come on. The last time I willingly went to a library was to snog David Johnson right before NEWTs."