Hermione nodded quietly as she shifted her eyes back to the three manuscripts. Suddenly acutely aware of a thrumming power radiating off them, calling her. The rest of the room faded away as her hands lifted of their own accord to stroke the worn leather of the first book, she felt something pulse into her skin hypnotically. Hermione shook herself from the spell then and immediately erected the walls of her mind with a frown. She would have to be careful...