She stood frozen in the middle, glancing at the left side where all the newest books were shelved, in rows. Then the middle, where all his classic literature books were. She contemplated where Mr.Malfoy would keep the information on dark magic. Without concluding, her foot pushed forward, walking towards the back of the library, where she had found information about his name. Esme stopped at a bookshelf- eyes scanning along the rows for a hint. The books looked dusted- the covers in a leather binding.