Something was trousers on the top layers, slightly stale from being locked inside for so long. Waver crouched down, and gently pushed them aside. He had no doubt the trousers of the dead would find some use, but what had his attention was the fact that under the trousers there were two compartments within.

To the left, in the light, was the glinting of glass. Dark blues, greens, and browns shone upwards, and he gave a content hum as he picked one up. "Potions," he declared, before moving to the right.

Spines of books stared upwards. They were all bound in plane ivory covered leather, the names of potion books and herbals written on the spines. It was a practical collection, and Waver picked up one of the books and began to flip through it.

Illustrations. Excellent.

"There's no ex libris in this one, but the other books might have one--"