Carefully, she rolled over on to her side to look at the other half of the large bed. Augustus sat propped against several pillows taking bites from a bright red apple as he read a tattered, old book. He read every free moment he could find. It had been one of the traits of his that endeared him to her the most. Where she preferred to read books about magic to increase her knowledge, he devoured every single Muggle mystery novel he could find. Sometimes he read for academic reasons, but more often than not, he preferred using his skills of deduction and logic to attempt to solve the myriad of murders committed by fictional people in a world without magic that he didn't fully understand. Based on the ratty cover depicting an aristocratic-looking family around the turn of the twentieth century, she highly doubted he was studying a new spell.