"I think that guy's right," Brian said, inclining his head at Ethan. "People probably got the books as a status symbol. They had silver and gold on them and they were all handwritten, so you'd have to be rich to get a hold of them since they take months to write. It's probably a thing people used to be all self-righteous about. Like they were better than you just because they had an illuminated manuscript." At least, that was how the Hufflepuff saw it. People in general were just always trying to prove that they were better than the other. It was a little bit frustrating. WHY couldn't everyone just calm down and be happy? Sigh.

So there was a ridiculous amount of folding. Brian grumbled a little under his breath as he folded twenty - TWENTY - sheets of parchment into quarters. Somewhere in the process, he also managed to give himself a papercut. "OW!" he hissed, shaking his hand and dropping a bit of blood on some parchment. Whoops. He wasn't about to get up and take another sheet, though, so he just continued folding parchment. And folding the coloured paper.

Taking the normal parchment and holding it against the book spine, Brian closed his eyes and cleared his mind completely. He'd learned from experience that his spells never worked correctly if his mind was going off in about a million different directions at once. Tracing his wand along the book spine, he said very purposefully, "Adhaero." Nothing? Okay. Trying again. "Adhero."

Satisfied with his sticking skills, he took one decorative page and glued it to the front of the thing, with one side on the inside cover and the other on the first page. Brian picked up his wand gingerly and traced another line on the book. "Adhero." YAY. Now his thing wouldn't fall apart. Then, he repeated the process for the back.

He'd hold off the illuminating for now. His finger kinda hurt.