This library was ridiculous. For three days, Igor had been coming by, intent on finding something to read. At first, he hadn't really thought he was looking for anything in particular - just something interesting, preferably written in a language he could read. But the unadulterated tripe he came up with day after day was disheartening. Now, Igor knew what he was looking for, but couldn't find it. It seemed that every day, the books moved, so that he could not start at one end of the library to arrive at the other with a better understanding of every book's location for the next time he decided to search for a decent book.
So today, he started early in the afternoon, making his way row by row, ignoring the section names as he went. They were clearly wrong. Eventually, he fell upon the only other individual in the library, a young man pouring over a book in the middle of the aisle. Clearly he had been able to make some sense of this library, but considering the subject matter Igor was searching for, he thought it best not to ask for directions.
His head tilted to the side as it had been for the past several hours, Igor skimmed the titles, looking for something that might pertain to his subject matter.
A name caught his eye on one of the books right in front of the boy's face. This man had written a report, hadn't he, on the uses of muggle weapons in magical torture?
"Excuse me," he mumbled, reaching in front of the boy.