This was definitely not an alien society. If it was, it was very humanlike. Tonks couldn't decide if that was more or less distressing, so she decided to discount the alien idea. This couldn't be an alien society. It was too... normal. And it looked like something out of her mother's decorating plans. Victorian and weird and stuff. But with metal and pipes and gears and things.
"Oh! Maybe!" she said. She pulled her own out of her coat pocket and used her wand to increase the size back to normal. She'd just shrunk the thing and shoved it in her pocket, but now in retrospect, maybe she should have read that first. "You have one too?"
Flipping open the book, her finger landed on the page. There were no instructions on how to survive or any explanations about what had happened. Instead, Tonks' finger landed on a bit of familiar writing. It wasn't overly familiar, but Narcissa's handwriting was distinct, and Tonks had seen it enough times when Andromeda didn't think she was looking and pulled out old letters from her sisters.