There was a little bookshop in Rowling Terrace that Arista could spend hours in. It was three stories of nothing but books. There were rolling ladders, allowing a person to reach any book within a few steps. It was a bibliophile's favorite hideout, at least in Arista's opinion, in London, perhaps the world.

She was looking for things in particular - she wanted to read everything she could on lycanthropy and also, pubilshing in the wizarding world. Since she had promised to help Artie and Elaine's Cottage, she needed to know everything she could. The bookshop in Rowling Terrace was the best for unbiased books, especially on difficult, risky topics.

Once Arista had found, and bought, all the books on lycanthropy, she had them put aside and began looking for books on publishing. She didn't find as many, but she still had enough to make her arms more than full. She knew she should have shrunk them to make them fit in her bags but she didn't feel like it.

She felt like she was back at Hogwarts, visiting the library and getting every book that looked interesting. She had almost broken her arm on one occasion when, as noted by a passerby, she was carrying half the Hogwarts Library.

Ah, to be a Ravenclaw in a world of books!

Once outside the shop she managed to balance all the books. Only she wasn't quite as balanced as she thought. With one uneven cobblestone she went down, books toppling everywhere.

"Great... great." Arista muttered, moving to pick them up.