Hobbes entered the library softly, hoping not to garner the attention of Madam Pince. The librarian was uncommonly protective of her literary charges, to the point of holding almost all intruders to the written realm in poor regard. Hobbes had managed to provoke her displeasure on an even grander scale due to some frequent mishaps of falling asleep while engaged in one text or another.<br/><br/>Not seeing her about, he quietly slipped to the fifth floor and began looking over the shelves in earnest. A frown grew on his face as he failed to see the book he was looking for in the area he suspected it should be.<br/><br/>He recognized a familiar 6th year student from Gryffindor that he saw more often than not here in the library while he conducted his own studies. Aldbert, yes, that was his name. Approaching the boy slowly so as to give him time to finish his current thought before interrupting, Hobbes stepped to the corner where he sat.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," he began quietly, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for a book entitled<em>Subtleties of Magic</em>by Enricio Polenta. Would you happen to know where I might find it?"