Cracking open the first book, Quentin frowns at it hard. The picture on the cover looks like something from Fillory, but it's not from any author he knows and. He turns the first page, reading and his lips move 'Quentin did a magic trick. Nobody noticed. They picked their way along the cold, uneven sidewalk together; James, Julia and Quentin. James and Julia held hands. That's how things were now. The sidewalk wasn't quite wide enough, so Quentin trailed after them, like a sulky child. He would rather be alone with Julia, or just alone period, but you couldn't have everything. Or at least the available evidence pointed overwhelmingly to that conclusion.'

Quentin blinks. That's-- Wow. And he flips through the pages at random, names, places, familiar and loved and his. Him.

Okay, so. That was. "Can I-- can I take them with me? I'll bring them back, I promise? Also, do you have a book about you?" with heavy pointing from the drawing of the empty book to the librarian.