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the shelves of flourish and blotts were a poor replacement for LWU’s library but there were some things you could find here amidst the magazine racks, the brightly colored bookmarks with quotes of great (and terrible) literature and the clearance books holding on for dear life, and that was a fresh start. while demona enjoyed the aesthetically pleasing look of a 200 year old tomb, what they didn’t enjoy were the blotches, the markings, the food stains and filthy fingerprints of stupider the less careful minded. and it was with this in mind that they had ventured out to grab a fresh new copy of [s]Spellman’s Syllabary.[/i]
It would have been an excursion that brought the wizard a great deal of satisfaction but there was a fly in the soup, so to speak.
The conversation with Claude in the leaky cauldron had been, in their opinion, very straightforward and conclusive, and yet somehow ‘bigger off’ had translated in the future financier’s mind as ‘come along as i run my errands’, which was as bad a translation as you could get.
they rolled their pale neck as they pretended to scan the shelves for the book they wanted- they had seen it immediately. third shelf from the bottom, dark red with gold lettering. the very print they favored- and ignoring the young man who stood somewhere in their peripheral vision. “I know you don’t like books so I doubt you have any business in here.” Demona coolly said, throwing his teenaged lies in his face, acknowledging him but not turning to look his way. For reasons.
__________________ the moon:  feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence
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