Helena walked slowly towards the biiiig bookshelves, contantly looking back to see if Viola was still behind her or... you know, lost. They were, after all, two tiny first years. They could get lost easily.

Looking back one last time, she stopped to scan the bookshelves. Helena had no idea where to start, but they had to start somewhere.

Cooking the Muggle Way. Definitely not. Moronic Muggles. What kind of book was that? My Life as a Muggle. No, thank you. The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know. Uhh... not exactly. When Muggles Attack. Whaaat? Muggles Who Notice. Close? Nope. Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles. She took this one and scanned it for a moment, then looked at Viola. "Maybe this one? It may be useless for our reports but who knows?"