            "Anything of use in the new books?" he asked, arm draping over the back of his chair. He gestured for her to take the seat across, and after a moment of hesitation, she slid into it. He already knew what books she’d been looking at tonight. No use hiding it. And besides, her headache would only worsen if she flooed in her current state. A short chat with someone other than her own head might do some good.