The only place in Hogsmeade that rivaled Honeyduke's, in Charity's opinion, was Whizzhard Books.

The only thing she was more fond of than reading was collecting books, and there were so many books in the wizard-run bookstore that she didn't have! There were spellbooks and potions books—and books she coudln't even categorize with their weird languages—but her favorites were the storybooks.

She'd been told to pick out two books for pleasure while her governess went to pick out some study materials, and that meant going to the back corner of the store. There was another child there, but she did not pay him much mind until she felt a hand on her waist.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, pulling her knapsack back to her body. She glared at him, and, for the first time in what felt like months, felt a surge of rage course through her. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself?"

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