"Can I borrow that book?"

An incredulous look, "...I'm reading it?!"

"I know," the girl nodded towards Modern Marvels, "but that's the only copy and I have something to check. Please, Granger?"

Hermione stared at the Hufflepuff before her, shocked at her gall. "I suppose," she rallied, "you can have it, if you know something about Nicolas Flamel."

The girl tilted her head, "the famous 14th century alchemist? I prefer Paracelsus, but, what do you want to know?"

Shock.

"W-wha, h-h-how, why do you know him?"

"I want to be an alchemist," the girl muttered.