Viktoriya gave the man a small smile as she pushed two galleons, five sickles and three knuts across the counter. Taking the bag, she placed gently into the leather satchel slung across her shoulder - verygently indeed, lest her fragile new books break or anything. 'Thank you very much' she said quietly, and was about to leave when a thought came to her.

'Do you have any Russian history books?' she asked, remembering that her stepfather had asked for some, and she hadn't found him any yet 'And maybe... would it be possible for me to look in the special books area? My stepfather's birthday is soon, and he collects first editions and antique books. I thought it mught make a good present...' plus the fact she wanted a look for herself.