Cassidy wandered into The Three Broomsticks and took a seat at an unoccupied table. She shrugged off her jacket, and ordered a butterbeer. She reached into her large, black knapsack and carefully dug through through all her knick-knacks until she found what she was looking for. With the dog-eared pages, torn cover, and faded words it had been through quite a lot. She opened the book to the beginning and let the familiar words take over her wandering thoughts.