It wasn't that she couldn't afford a brand new book on her trust, it was simply that Getti Forde was sick and tired of all those self-help witches with their overbright twinkling smiles taunting her from where they sat in their over-adorned book covers. Flourish & Blotts had long since been a Place to Avoid for her, and so here she was, in the Third Hand Book Emporium.

She was meticulously scourgifying each book before she picked it up off the dusty shelves, but as she opened the heavy leather cover of the book she'd just lifted, Getti realized that she should probably have poured some detergent over it as well.

"Euch..." she made a face as the book dangled from her thumb and forefinger. There seemed to have been a nest inside the pages.