The shopkeep barely glances at me when I enter, though when I grab a basket and set another two to levitating behind me he begins staring, as do a few of the other customers in the shop. I ignore them the best I can, doing my best to project the sense that I belonged there as I begin to fill the baskets with books. The Book of Charms & Spells, Magical Drafts and Potions, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, Magical Theory, all seven grades of The Standard Book of Spells, books on beginning Arithmancy and Runes, an expensive book on Occlumency, and more went into the baskets, until they’re practically overflowing. I float the baskets over to the counter and smile innocently up at the Shopkeeper, who is still gaping at me.