A few history books caught her attention in the next section, the woman creating a pile on a nearby table to scope through. If they proved a decent read and held worthy information then she might very well keep them – everything depending – but she really didn’t want to just stop there. She preferred to grab everything and go through it in one fell swoop rather than compile groups of books at a time, the darkly dressed woman preferring to just get lost in text. However as she came out of the section pertaining to magic – skipping a lot of the silly “How to” books in favor of the historical ones and one or two that casually mentioned lost magic – she spied it: the picture book section.
Surely such an establishment would’ve viewed itself as beyond needing one, but the woman accepted they’d need at least something for kids of mages to read and not get too bored as parents researched who knows what here. Standing there she stared at it for all of three seconds before scooting over with the couple of books already in hand, finger brushing along the titles to find ones she hadn’t already read. One or two she replaced, not interested in the sloppy and half-hearted art style as she continued to look through the titles. ’The restricted section’s not going anywhere anyways so I have some time. Hmm….well I wouldn’t say no to another copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar…’