She counted to ten, making sure the footsteps of Madam Pince had faded entirely before Hermione hurried over to pick up the fallen book. It seemed to recoil at her touch as she picked it up, turning it over in her hand. She felt ridiculous doing so, but she whispered a hasty apology as she scurried back to the place she had been moments ago. She rocked back on her heels to look at where it was supposed to go, once more setting it down on the table before her.