I stand in the bathroom for a while longer before heading back into granger’s room. I just wanted to see what books she had, so I would have something to talk to her about. Yeah, an in road for my "job". She always liked books, and if I knew some of her collection we could talk about them. Yes, this is smart. This is practically what Potter and Weasley wanted me to do. Fix her. How can I fix her without knowing her? It’s a dumb question, I can’t. I walk back into her room and take a closer look at her things. Her books are stacked in built in bookcases against the wall. I only recognize advanced potion making and Hogwarts a history. The rest must be muggle. I turn and look on her bedside table. There is one beat up copy of a book called Wuthering Heights. If it’s already been placed on her bedside table that should mean its significant right? I pick it up and flip through it. I will need to buy a copy. Her name is written in the front. I’ve never had an opportunity to inspect her handwriting up close like this. There’s nothing out of the ordinary about how she writes her name, no flourish to it. It looks practical. It seems most things in her life currently are for practicality.