Until she finally came to one that was not within reach. She craned, standing on tiptoe in an effort to slide the book onto the shelf. But to no avail. She was just a bit too short. She dropped back onto her heels and considered the situation; she was a witch, wasn’t she? Hermione had a  wand  for Pete sake. And she knew the spells; even if she had never truly attended Hogwarts, she had memorized every single spell as if her own life had depended upon it.