            Hermione sighed and leaned back in the chair, meeting Lucius’s eyes as he sat back down. With a drop of her gaze, she noticed the book spread out before him, but couldn’t discern any of the words. It looked rather new, though. Perhaps something fiction. "The book from Kotov was more illuminating than the rest, but it seemed like the research I find interesting was dropped after her publication. Everyone that followed was more interested in torture than investigating what lies beyond...here," she said, with a dismissive wave towards the room.