"It's a good thing we both already knew about the books," she pointed out, closing the lid of the washer and turning it on before she turned around and jumped up on top of it. "I mean, if I hadn't known my boyfriend came from a book somehow, that would've been a pretty shitty way to find out."

And for a moment, she'd been tempted to open it up and leaf through the pages. There was all sorts of history there that she could have discovered with just a few minutes of reading. A year ago, she might have, but she found she hadn't wanted to do it now. Harry would tell her the things he wanted her to know.