Maisie half-walked, half-stumbled in an awkward dance through the shop doorway - the first she had come to after Gringotts, simple as that. Internally she considered that maybe her parchment may be seeing more of the 'Blotts' than the 'Flourish', but no matter. Any wonderment she was anticipating spectacularly failed to meet her eyes - first magical store sans the creepy goblins or not, it was still just a load of books. Dusty old books, she might add, considering the sneezing, and she was clearly not alone. She mildly wondered what wizarding diseases she could catch as she consulted her list. "A History of Magic...sounds thrilling," she says, with the monotone impression that it would in fact be incredibly boring.