Lissa raised an eyebrow at him. "It's maybe for Connor. He's gone through witches faster than you can say nargles," she joked. "Maybe he'll keep one longer than what usually does if I get it for him. Then again...," she set the book back on the shelf. "He would use more as a foot rest then read it," Lissa thought. He would read it for her and never read it again. He had his own charm. She looked up at him. "What's on that mind of yours?" she wondered. Then she walked past him and went to look and the quills, ink, parchment before he could answer. Or maybe he would.