She races through the rest of the re-shelving and takes the book over to the checkout counter. To her total lack of surprise, there’s no stamp inside the front cover declaring it the library’s property, nor can she find it in their computer system. Somehow, she’d always known there was no way a book as impressive as Secrets of the Darkest Arts was really part of her mundane little library. Since there’s no record of it, she’s at liberty to take it home and keep it there permanently. The knowledge puts a spring in her step as she walks home at the end of the day. A free book? Sign her up.