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About halfway down the north side of the Alley stands Flourish and Blotts, the shop noticeable by its wide picture windows displaying all sorts of gold-embossed spellbooks, any new releases warranting advertisement and the occasional sleeping cat, as the shopkeeper’s two cats occasionally decide to make the window display their chosen napping place when they aren’t underfoot. Upon entry, all that seems to be visible are bookshelves, stacked to the ceiling and absolutely filled with books of all shapes and sizes. While it may look like chaos, there is a sort of order to the shelves and various stacks of books scattered throughout the main floor in addition to those shelved. A table sits close to the door which regularly holds sets of Hogwarts’ required textbooks every summer for the ease of students who may not want to hunt them down on their own, and a staircase, even more shelves filling the space underneath, leads up to a second floor that contains shelves of the various works of fiction from the Wizarding world and beyond.
Near the center of the shop stands the counter, where the shopkeeper can usually be found and which is also the location for the occasional book-signing or other book-related event. Surrounding the counter are displays of newspapers, magazines, diaries, journals and other small items that might interest the literary-minded customer. In addition, a large, leather-bound book rests on a small stand to the left of the counter: an index of all the books sold in the shop for the use of the customers who are in a hurry or simply don’t want to search through all the shelves on their own.
Toward the back of the shop, a door leading to a storage area and the small office used for paperwork and any other business the shopkeeper needs to take care of in private, a cat-door installed as well as the cats’ food and water while they’re in shop are there. Tucked away in various corners of the shop, half hidden by shelves and very cozy, are small reading nooks containing squashy chairs and small tables for a lamp, and a larger reading area including a fireplace can be found near one of the front windows. Enjoy!
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Children's Stories
A Children’s Anthology of Monsters by Newt Scamander
A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions
Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed
Curses and Counter-curses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying, and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian
Jinxes for the Jinxed
Dark Arts & Defence of
A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions
Confronting the Faceless
Magik Moste Evile
The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts
The Dark Arts Outsmarted
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts
Divination
Broken Balls: When Fortunes turn Foul
Death Omens: What To Do When You Know The Worst Is Coming
The Dream Oracle by Inigo Imago
Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks
Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky
Genealogy
Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy
Healing
Asiatic Anti-Venoms
Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions
The Healer's Helpmate
Herbology
Encyclopedia of Toadstools
Flesh-Eating Trees of the World
Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean
Goshawk's Guide to Herbology
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
History
Atlantis: The Rise and Fall of a Legendary Civilization by Dorothea Langenberg
Beyond the Tales: 20th Century Wizards and Witches by Everett Scabior
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The move to England had been difficult enough. To not hear her native tongue, to have to deal with whatever passed as 'pizza' in the forsaken village they now inhabited, and to be addressed as 'love' or 'darling' or some other awful English term of endearment was almost soul destroying. But not quite, because she found that this was actually what was going to finish her off.
This alley. With its grimy cobbles and too many people. Fiorenza could see how, in some lights, it might seem cute. But in the English summer (pah, she could hardly believe it was fit to be called summer) and with the school kids milling around, this eleven year old couldn't see it. The bell over the door of the bookshop had chimed with an irritating joviality, and Fio's scowl deepened.
Leaving Nonno and her list with a store clerk at the front of the shop, she started to wander through the shelves. Where was the genealogy section?
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Eli wouldn’t have to give people the LOOK if they all just behaved normally. Or at least his idea of normal which was probably extremely warped in comparison to most individuals views of the world. It wasn’t that Elias was a pessimist as such although he certainly wasn’t an optimist either. When living in his own little bubble amongst his siblings and parents, Eli wasn’t immune to behaving his age. Visiting the Dragon sanctuary with Great Uncle Nathan had been a blast and the eleven year olds face had been full of wonder and awe as he saw his favourite creatures in the flesh for the first time. It had been a valuable bonding experience for the brothers as well as an opportunity to socialise with a Greenwood who wasn’t exactly ‘in’ with the rest of the family.
Uncle Nathan thought too highly of those the rest of the family (well a lot of the family) considered far below them.
Elias idea of a great story wasn’t as ‘fantastical’ as his brothers, ironic considering they were Wizards and therefore their entire world was set in a fantasy land. “Do we have to look at brooms? Our Mum and Dad didn’t give us anywhere near enough money to afford one of those.” It was more of an excuse not to considering their parents had a little warped perception of money and likely have them more money than necessary. As for the Menagerie, other than the aforementioned Dragons, creatures were really not his ‘thing’ but he SUPPOSED he could put up with it for a second.
His eyes rolled as Ezra ordered him to stay put. “I’m not going anywhere, there’s too many children out there.” Over-enthusiastic children with no sense of personal space boundaries and who were incapable of controlling their excitement.
Speaking of..
Suddenly a peppy curly haired girl skipped past humming annoyingly to herself. She got a glare in response for daring to even encroach on his bubble.
Eli was intimidating with that look, even to his older brother who knew him like the back of his hand. Ezra just wished and WISHED that his brother could let go and lighten up—life would be so much easier for him. He cared about the boy deeply and did worry about him even when things were all of his own making. Ezra had adored the time they spent with their Uncle Nathan at the dragon sanctuary. Seeing Eli's face alight and full of wonder and they had BONDED. Over DRAGONS. It had been the best time of Ezra's life.
Ezra also loved spending time with Unky Nathan. He had taught him the piano from a young age and he loved to look at his collection of muggle artefacts. It was all so fascinating. Another world that the Greenwoods liked to shut themselves away from.
Yes, Elias, they HAD to look at brooms. “Yes but I have savings. I can use my own money to get one.” Ezra, despite his young age, was responsible in a lot of ways. You had to be growing up in that environment. And he made sure to save some of his pocket money every week. He'd even put aside that little bit of money Nathan had given them as a treat while they were away on holiday. “And don't you want a pet for a school? We're allowed to take one and mum said it would be okay.”
Ezra turned to leave and was almost swept over by a cloud of hair that whooshed passed him. He gave her a sweet smile. He looked back at Eli and tried to give him the 'Eli warning look', but failed and just looked bewildered. 'Don't start anything, you!'
He dashed out into the street to search for the shopping list. Right and left, high and low. ...And then remembered he was wearing his backpack. He opened it. And there, sitting right on the top, was the now creased parchment.
Oh Eli would be pleased!
He ran back into Flourish and Blotts brandishing it in his little hand like a trophy. “I FOUND IT!”
The move to England had been difficult enough. To not hear her native tongue, to have to deal with whatever passed as 'pizza' in the forsaken village they now inhabited, and to be addressed as 'love' or 'darling' or some other awful English term of endearment was almost soul destroying. But not quite, because she found that this was actually what was going to finish her off.
This alley. With its grimy cobbles and too many people. Fiorenza could see how, in some lights, it might seem cute. But in the English summer (pah, she could hardly believe it was fit to be called summer) and with the school kids milling around, this eleven year old couldn't see it. The bell over the door of the bookshop had chimed with an irritating joviality, and Fio's scowl deepened.
Leaving Nonno and her list with a store clerk at the front of the shop, she started to wander through the shelves. Where was the genealogy section?
Being twelve, and a troublesome resident only on a part time basis - and today being definitely not one of those days - Yves was free to peruse the shops on his own, and take charge of the role of buying those school supplies he did not already have access to. Provided he arrived back at the meeting point on time, and of course he fully intended to do so.
He had become sidetracked in his quest for school books, however, by a detour to the history section and the surrounding areas. Bypassing books like The Pureblood Directory and Nature's Nobility, which were of little use to him, he scanned the shelves for something that would be helpful... without really knowing what that could be. Even just on the spines of these books, there were a lot of words which, despite almost two years being based in this country, he was not very familiar with. Specialist words, maybe, the kind any boy his age was unlikely to know. He hoped so, otherwise he was getting a taster of one of the difficulties he might end up facing at Hogwarts.
A heavy tome on a bottom shelf caught his eye, the word 'French' snaring his attention at once. Yves crouched down and pulled it out, opening the book on the floor rather than attempt to stand and leaf through it. This wasn't a library, as he well knew, so he was sure to keep an eye out for shop workers coming and going nearby as he browsed the index of French wizarding families, looking automatically for the name 'Flamel' even though he knew by now that he was not one by blood.
Yves glanced up when he heard footsteps nearby, ready with his defence that he was just looking to see if the book was something worth buying. When he realised they belonged to another customer about his age, he relaxed again, and smiled instead.
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Is it really a surprise that Ascella's favourite place in Diagon Alley was the bookshop? On her last visit to the alley, she had been here, perusing the new arrivals and pondering which new title she'd be able to bring home. Today, she was here again. She'd been hoping to buy a new book for herself once more, but suppose she should save up a little before doing so. She had used her allowance last time for a new book, and she wasn't done reading it anyway. But that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the other books even when she couldn't purchase anything, you know? Maybe she'd even pick one up and read a few chapters here herself. It's a good use of her time.
While she frequented the astronomy section, Ascella entertained the idea of trying something new out. Perhaps another fiction book, or something dedicated to creatures given she'd be a pet owl owner soon. The possibilities were endless for a child so curious about everything.
And if all else fails, astronomy again, it would be. Can't go wrong with that.
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At this rate, Moritz should basically just get a job at Flourish and Blotts, because every time he ventured in here lately, he found himself helping someone out. He couldn't help it. He just felt so bad when he saw someone looking so completely lost. Once again, he'd come in here just to get the next book in his mystery series and spotted a girl who obviously had NO clue what she was doing here. Poor kid.
"Need help?" he asked with a smile. Also, why was she wearing sunglasses indoors? Had she been crying? That was usually why people wore sunglasses indoors, from his experience.
"Huh?" Bronwen almost missed the question, but she did immediately return the smile, nevertheless. "Oh! I'd love some." Help, that is. She finally answered, thirty seconds later, her eyes flooding with relief behind the large, tinted lenses she wore.
"You look a little young to be a librarian," she noted, not skeptically, but rather genuinely impressed. Being a librarian was probably, like, the hardest job ever. You had to know all the books! And how to find them! And you probably had to read a lot. This was something Bronwen had no interest in, but she could appreciate hard work when she saw it in others. Maybe Cyps needed to ask this librarian for a job.
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SPOILER!!: Ezzy
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Eli was intimidating with that look, even to his older brother who knew him like the back of his hand. Ezra just wished and WISHED that his brother could let go and lighten up—life would be so much easier for him. He cared about the boy deeply and did worry about him even when things were all of his own making. Ezra had adored the time they spent with their Uncle Nathan at the dragon sanctuary. Seeing Eli's face alight and full of wonder and they had BONDED. Over DRAGONS. It had been the best time of Ezra's life.
Ezra also loved spending time with Unky Nathan. He had taught him the piano from a young age and he loved to look at his collection of muggle artefacts. It was all so fascinating. Another world that the Greenwoods liked to shut themselves away from.
Yes, Elias, they HAD to look at brooms. “Yes but I have savings. I can use my own money to get one.” Ezra, despite his young age, was responsible in a lot of ways. You had to be growing up in that environment. And he made sure to save some of his pocket money every week. He'd even put aside that little bit of money Nathan had given them as a treat while they were away on holiday. “And don't you want a pet for a school? We're allowed to take one and mum said it would be okay.”
Ezra turned to leave and was almost swept over by a cloud of hair that whooshed passed him. He gave her a sweet smile. He looked back at Eli and tried to give him the 'Eli warning look', but failed and just looked bewildered. 'Don't start anything, you!'
He dashed out into the street to search for the shopping list. Right and left, high and low. ...And then remembered he was wearing his backpack. He opened it. And there, sitting right on the top, was the now creased parchment.
Oh Eli would be pleased!
He ran back into Flourish and Blotts brandishing it in his little hand like a trophy. “I FOUND IT!”
Tah dah!
Who said life wasn’t easy?
It was very easy when you came from a wealthy, well respected family and couldn’t ask for anything. Except maybe the love and appreciation of certain older members of the family but that was a whole discussion for another date. Greenwoods took life with the confidence and swagger of someone who oozed power, not act all childish over trivial things.
With the exception of Dragons, he could easily find himself excited over those.
“You’re TWELVE, they’re not going to let you on the Quidditch pitch.” Who on earth would want to anyway, Quidditch was such a pointless game with no real sense of accomplishment. Not like Wizards Chess which used strategy and intelligence. “Brooms should be used for sweeping and not flying.” Honestly what was wrong with the other, less dangerous modes of transport? As for a pet, that would mean that Eli would have to look after it and feed it and groom it and do whatever else pets needed and not rely on someone else to do all that for you. Do things for others wasn’t his forte. “Maybe a toad.” he replied. Perhaps then others wouldn’t try to strike up conversations with him over a cute and fluffy pet. “I’ll call it Ezra.” Then, as a reminder that he WAS in fact eleven years old and not the grumpy old man he sometimes resembled, his tongue poked out at his brother.
Elias didn’t intentionally try to start anything but sometimes his opinion just HAD to be known. He couldn’t help that his face often showed what he was feeling too and that it offended people. Unfortunately Eli’s peace and quiet didn’t last too long as Ezra returned within a few minutes spouting that he’d managed to find the list.
“Congratulations” he replied sarcastically resisting the urge to roooooooll his eyes.
Is it really a surprise that Ascella's favourite place in Diagon Alley was the bookshop? On her last visit to the alley, she had been here, perusing the new arrivals and pondering which new title she'd be able to bring home. Today, she was here again. She'd been hoping to buy a new book for herself once more, but suppose she should save up a little before doing so. She had used her allowance last time for a new book, and she wasn't done reading it anyway. But that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the other books even when she couldn't purchase anything, you know? Maybe she'd even pick one up and read a few chapters here herself. It's a good use of her time.
While she frequented the astronomy section, Ascella entertained the idea of trying something new out. Perhaps another fiction book, or something dedicated to creatures given she'd be a pet owl owner soon. The possibilities were endless for a child so curious about everything.
And if all else fails, astronomy again, it would be. Can't go wrong with that.
Desdemona Minvera Evans liked bookstores, but the ones they usually frequented with their mother and brother were filled with dust and inky black things they weren't meant to touch, and the smell of burnt oranges and sage. They would lose their self for hours, uncovering secrets in ancient tomes, meeting strange creatures whose name they never learned, plucking iron paper weights and whatever smooth little baubles they could get their dirty gremlin fingers on.
This place. This Flourish and Blott's, was very clean and while the smell of books was rich in the air, so was the smell of other people. Sweat, and perfume, and something minty that tickled their nose. Des didn't find it very interesting and they didn't see what all the fuss was. You could get a copy of The Standard Book Of Spells anywhere, after all.
Their sneakers (slightly dirty with motor oil- don't ask, they wouldn't tell you) led the way through the shop. They had left Milo in his usual sections and wandered off with the "promise' of finding their school books. They had had to pleade, to pout but eventually they'd be allowed to slink away. and it wasn't a lie. They were looking for the school books, but they wanted to look around first.
Fiddling with a hole in their oversized Grimoire band shirt, Des quietly moved through the crowded shelves, avoiding any elbows or moving parts in their way, and found themselves in a section occupied by one other. A kid. One their age. Who seemed to know their way around this part of the bookstore. It took Des two whole seconds before they were shoulder to shoulder with the other pre-teen.
"Hullo." They began, stretching their long arms up and behind their head like they'd seen a million times in anime. "What are you looking for?" It was a simple question. One of the easiest they'd ever asked, and yet Des was brimming over with energy, with curiosity. their vivid blue eyes taking in the other child's face as if it was the first one they were seeing. It wasn't. It wasn't even the first new face they were seeing but Des knew. as sure as ferrets were ferrets, that this kid was going to Hogwarts and that? that was new.
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Desdemona Minvera Evans liked bookstores, but the ones they usually frequented with their mother and brother were filled with dust and inky black things they weren't meant to touch, and the smell of burnt oranges and sage. They would lose their self for hours, uncovering secrets in ancient tomes, meeting strange creatures whose name they never learned, plucking iron paper weights and whatever smooth little baubles they could get their dirty gremlin fingers on.
This place. This Flourish and Blott's, was very clean and while the smell of books was rich in the air, so was the smell of other people. Sweat, and perfume, and something minty that tickled their nose. Des didn't find it very interesting and they didn't see what all the fuss was. You could get a copy of The Standard Book Of Spells anywhere, after all.
Their sneakers (slightly dirty with motor oil- don't ask, they wouldn't tell you) led the way through the shop. They had left Milo in his usual sections and wandered off with the "promise' of finding their school books. They had had to pleade, to pout but eventually they'd be allowed to slink away. and it wasn't a lie. They were looking for the school books, but they wanted to look around first.
Fiddling with a hole in their oversized Grimoire band shirt, Des quietly moved through the crowded shelves, avoiding any elbows or moving parts in their way, and found themselves in a section occupied by one other. A kid. One their age. Who seemed to know their way around this part of the bookstore. It took Des two whole seconds before they were shoulder to shoulder with the other pre-teen.
"Hullo." They began, stretching their long arms up and behind their head like they'd seen a million times in anime. "What are you looking for?" It was a simple question. One of the easiest they'd ever asked, and yet Des was brimming over with energy, with curiosity. their vivid blue eyes taking in the other child's face as if it was the first one they were seeing. It wasn't. It wasn't even the first new face they were seeing but Des knew. as sure as ferrets were ferrets, that this kid was going to Hogwarts and that? that was new.
While on the quest to the next set of shelves, Ascella found herself briefly distracted by a copy of today's newspapers. She picked it up, skimmed the titles of the articles before pausing at the entertainment page with the daily crossword. She pondered on trying her hand at it, but she didn't have a pencil and she didn't want to buy a pencil or this newspaper when there probably already was a copy at home. However, that number 29 six-lettered across? It had to be plimpy. Ascella was sure of it. She was confident with her knowledge on water creatures.
Putting the newspaper back down, her attention was taken by another person to her side. Ascella turned to face the other kid, whom she was certain was around her age, give or take. "Hi." The eleven year old greeted in return, offering them a smile. "I was looking for a book to read...nothing in particular. But I got distracted." She gestured at the newspaper. No worries, it was a nice distraction. She enjoyed crosswords, especially when she was answering them with her parents at home.
Ascella noticed the other kid's shirt as well. "Do you know their kids are going to Hogwarts this September?" She found it so interesting and exciting, getting to start Hogwarts with the Grimaldi children. The Grimgang. A bunch of children she'd only ever seen in newspapers and magazines, all about to attend the same school she was heading off to soon. Ascella knew a few of Grimoire's songs as well, contrary to (probably) popular belief that she only listened to classical music. Pretty sure her dad wanted an autograph, too, if she thought of it.
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It was very easy when you came from a wealthy, well respected family and couldn’t ask for anything. Except maybe the love and appreciation of certain older members of the family but that was a whole discussion for another date. Greenwoods took life with the confidence and swagger of someone who oozed power, not act all childish over trivial things.
With the exception of Dragons, he could easily find himself excited over those.
“You’re TWELVE, they’re not going to let you on the Quidditch pitch.” Who on earth would want to anyway, Quidditch was such a pointless game with no real sense of accomplishment. Not like Wizards Chess which used strategy and intelligence. “Brooms should be used for sweeping and not flying.” Honestly what was wrong with the other, less dangerous modes of transport? As for a pet, that would mean that Eli would have to look after it and feed it and groom it and do whatever else pets needed and not rely on someone else to do all that for you. Do things for others wasn’t his forte. “Maybe a toad.” he replied. Perhaps then others wouldn’t try to strike up conversations with him over a cute and fluffy pet. “I’ll call it Ezra.” Then, as a reminder that he WAS in fact eleven years old and not the grumpy old man he sometimes resembled, his tongue poked out at his brother.
Elias didn’t intentionally try to start anything but sometimes his opinion just HAD to be known. He couldn’t help that his face often showed what he was feeling too and that it offended people. Unfortunately Eli’s peace and quiet didn’t last too long as Ezra returned within a few minutes spouting that he’d managed to find the list.
“Congratulations” he replied sarcastically resisting the urge to roooooooll his eyes.
Ahem. AHEM. Ezra WAS a Greenwood. But that didn't mean he couldn't be a child. He WAS a child. And no, he didn't walk through life with any swaggering, nor did he ooze any power. But maybe that would come in later life with a little experience. Maybe.
Or maybe going to Hogwarts was going to be the adventure he hoped it would be! A broom seemed like the ideal way to start said adventure. The perfect way to explore the castle grounds, seeing it in all it's glory from up high.
“I don't really want to play Quidditch, Eli. I just want to fly.” Pfft. Quidditch Smidditch. Ezra actually rolled his eyes at Eli's continued ranting. Everything was a downer with Eli. “You sound like a muggle right now, you know?” He retorted. “A muggle street cleaner.” They used brooms to clean, right? Right?
Ezra gasped. A toad called EZRA? That was just mean. But the boy did giggle at the tongue poking. “You love me so much you'd name your pet after me. That's sweet!” Aww.. Brotherly love.
He trundled over to his brother, parchment still in hand and gave him a BIG hug, not caring if he didn't respond to it. “Now we can get our books and you can stop being grumpy.”
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The absolute look of disdain on his face upon being compared to a street cleaner would probably have been noticeable from the Moon. Elias wouldn’t be seen EVER sweeping floors, that’s what the staff were for. Who needed to lower themselves to such petty little chores when they could afford to let others do it for them? “I never said I was doing any cleaning. Besides, brooms can be charmed to do the sweeping for you.” So there!
Eli had never been described as sweet, not even when he was much younger and had an Angelic face with big brown eyes. He’d been arrogant and stubborn since he was in nappies. Ezra not taking the bait and complaining about having a toad named after him only wound him up more and he scrunched his nose up in response resembling a rabbit more than the big fierce dragon he hoped he looked like. “Mr Ezra Toadwood and he’ll be covered in WARTS.” Big and brown and slimy too.
But all that brotherly jesting (albeit quite one-sided) and teasing came to a stop the second Ezra wrapped his arms around him and Elias froze stiff as a board. With the exception of their mother, this was not a family well established in their physical affections with one another. Affection was shown through respect and conversation and proving yourself worthy to each other. “Get off meeee” he whined trying to wriggle free.
Truth be told that Elias didn’t mind a cuddle every once in a while but in PRIVATE and not in front of all these other children he was showing off to.
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Andrea wasn’t sure WHY she was even here. Except for school and quidditch stuff, she didn’t bother with books in general. They were kind of boring, weren’t they? … but aaaanyway. She had some time to waste so why not browse?
Ooooh, look who was here. “Anna!!” She called out, spotting the familiar curls as she turned into an isle. Of course, her older sister was here. She did love to read.. such a weirdo. But the most adorable one.
EEEEEEEEEEE!
Had her little sister been following her all this time and she had not noticed?! Anna wouldn't have minded if she had and immediately bounded over towards her with her usual tackle hug attitude BUT stopped when she was one good hop away from Andrea. Respecting boundaries and personal bubbles, when she knew about them, was a priority on Anna's interpersonal relationships list.
The glare from the one boy (it reminded her of Daniel) was met with an even brighter smile and further amplified when the OTHER boy smiled back at her. Smiles were like yawns, you know. They were the best kind of infectious.
"Hey, want to help me find the perfect storybook to add to the library?" she asked with wiggly fingers towards her little sister. Library was a bit too generous a term since she rarely actually read any of her books all the way through but would spend a very long time admiring the cover art and any chapter art when they were included. Sometimes she would read a book the whole way through, but not without stopping several times midway and then picking up another book and starting that one and her mind weaving these multiple stories and characters together despite the majority of the time it not making any sense.
Aw, those two (the boys with opposite facial reactions) were hugging now! That was so sweet...and they were talking about TOADS which Anna was a huge advocate for, by the way. But, anyway, attention back on her little sister.
"I'm thinking something with an orange-y cover, maybe." So she could fill that void on her shelf that currently lacked some of the O in the ROYGBIV spectrum.
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"Huh?" Bronwen almost missed the question, but she did immediately return the smile, nevertheless. "Oh! I'd love some." Help, that is. She finally answered, thirty seconds later, her eyes flooding with relief behind the large, tinted lenses she wore.
"You look a little young to be a librarian," she noted, not skeptically, but rather genuinely impressed. Being a librarian was probably, like, the hardest job ever. You had to know all the books! And how to find them! And you probably had to read a lot. This was something Bronwen had no interest in, but she could appreciate hard work when she saw it in others. Maybe Cyps needed to ask this librarian for a job.
Moe raised a blond eyebrow. "Wh...oh!" he chuckled and shook his head. "No, no, I don't work here. You just looked really lost," he said, before realizing that maybe that was kind of rude to point out. Like he was insinuating she didn't read or something.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?" he added, figuring this conversation was already headed in a weird direction, might as well ask. It was really bugging him. Didn't that make things too DARK?
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The absolute look of disdain on his face upon being compared to a street cleaner would probably have been noticeable from the Moon. Elias wouldn’t be seen EVER sweeping floors, that’s what the staff were for. Who needed to lower themselves to such petty little chores when they could afford to let others do it for them? “I never said I was doing any cleaning. Besides, brooms can be charmed to do the sweeping for you.” So there!
Eli had never been described as sweet, not even when he was much younger and had an Angelic face with big brown eyes. He’d been arrogant and stubborn since he was in nappies. Ezra not taking the bait and complaining about having a toad named after him only wound him up more and he scrunched his nose up in response resembling a rabbit more than the big fierce dragon he hoped he looked like. “Mr Ezra Toadwood and he’ll be covered in WARTS.” Big and brown and slimy too.
But all that brotherly jesting (albeit quite one-sided) and teasing came to a stop the second Ezra wrapped his arms around him and Elias froze stiff as a board. With the exception of their mother, this was not a family well established in their physical affections with one another. Affection was shown through respect and conversation and proving yourself worthy to each other. “Get off meeee” he whined trying to wriggle free.
Truth be told that Elias didn’t mind a cuddle every once in a while but in PRIVATE and not in front of all these other children he was showing off to.
Ooh.. Touched a nerve. Easy to do when all you had to do was compare your brother to a muggle. Ezra giggled and then giggled again. “True True.” He nodded. “Brooms also make excellent transportation when you don't want a coughing fit in the floo network. OR you're too young to apparate.” Appartion was going to be oh so handy dandy when Ezra was of age, but flying would forever be his favourite. He didn't understand how Eli didn't enjoy it. Maybe he was frightened. Who knew. Elias would never let on if he was.
It was very very very easy to wind Eli up if you knew how. And as a big brother, it was Ezra's job to do so. But he gasped again at the name 'Ezra Toadwood.' How RUDE. “If you do that.." He retorted. “I'll get the cutest, pinkest, fluffiest Puffskein I can find in the menagerie and call him Eli. Eli Puffwood. You wouldn't like that either, would you?” Touché.
Ezra already knew how his brother was going to react to being hugged as he wrapped his arms around him, but he released him at the protesting and the wriggling. He'd have to remember that it worked like a charm! Or even better than a charm, or hex, in shutting him up.
He looked over to the girl with floofy hair again, who was full of energy and beans. She seemed so NICE.
Back to grumpy. “Hurry up, Eli! Let's get our books and get out of here.” He looked at the supply list. “And then I need ice cream.” Extremely important.
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Elias wanted to make a comment about Ezra sounding like a girl but judging by the present company in the shop it would probably go down like a lead balloon. Despite it seeming like conflict was his thing (which it was when it came to a battle of words), Eli didn’t much fancy any further interaction with others that he did not know.
Which was seemingly impossible considering that curly-haired tumbleweed was grinning at him and Ezra was encouraging it. He simply rolled his eyes and turned away in the hopes that she would take the hint, even if Ezra was all but ready to make new friends HE was not.
Ezra was an expert at finding which buttons to push to wind up Elias but he supposed it was the duty of the big brother to do exactly that. Elias would therefore in turn replicate the same with the younger siblings when it was their turn to attend school. “But that’s different! I don’t look like a fluffy creature, you look like a toad.” The little smirk that followed was peak Elias getting his own way. “Anyway I thought you’d want something ‘cooler’ than a Puffskein?” Did he WANT others to make fun of him?!
Thankfully the bear hug hadn’t lasted long and as soon as he was released from Ezra’s grip he stepped away leaving some distance between them as if to say that they weren’t related and they’d never met each other before. He did his best to straighten up his clothes too, their Grandpa had always taught them that the way they represented themselves publicly was extremely important.
“You could always leave me here” he retorted starting his peruse of the shelves.
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Moe raised a blond eyebrow. "Wh...oh!" he chuckled and shook his head. "No, no, I don't work here. You just looked really lost," he said, before realizing that maybe that was kind of rude to point out. Like he was insinuating she didn't read or something.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?" he added, figuring this conversation was already headed in a weird direction, might as well ask. It was really bugging him. Didn't that make things too DARK?
"Ohhhh," she smiled, her laughter light and breezy. If there was any insinuation that Bronwen didn't read, she hadn't picked up on it. It was difficult to insult this particular Grimaldi. Though, she did read. Occasionally. And despite what Celi liked to claim, she didn't only read books with lots of pictures in them. She also read the ones that were steamy, romances with lots of pages (wide margins and big fonts)! "That's really nice of you just to offer then." And she wasn't skeptical about it whatsoever... Though maybe she should have been as this lack of distrust often landed her in sticky situations. Without Win, Bee would be doomed.
His question, however, brought her to pause. Why was she wearing sunnies? Oh, yeah! Because of the paps! "In case there are cameras," she answered seriously. Not the camera she had slung around her shoulder with its strap. But, like, press cameras.
But it wasn't her idea, so she really didn't have much more of an answer than that.
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"Ohhhh," she smiled, her laughter light and breezy. If there was any insinuation that Bronwen didn't read, she hadn't picked up on it. It was difficult to insult this particular Grimaldi. Though, she did read. Occasionally. And despite what Celi liked to claim, she didn't only read books with lots of pictures in them. She also read the ones that were steamy, romances with lots of pages (wide margins and big fonts)! "That's really nice of you just to offer then." And she wasn't skeptical about it whatsoever... Though maybe she should have been as this lack of distrust often landed her in sticky situations. Without Win, Bee would be doomed.
His question, however, brought her to pause. Why was she wearing sunnies? Oh, yeah! Because of the paps! "In case there are cameras," she answered seriously. Not the camera she had slung around her shoulder with its strap. But, like, press cameras.
But it wasn't her idea, so she really didn't have much more of an answer than that.
Moe just shrugged and chuckled a little. "I don't mind, I'm here enough to know this place like the back of my hand," he said with a grin. He liked books, what could he say? It was the Ravenclaw in him...but also, just in general. He was a reader. Hmm. Maybe he WOULD get a job here next summer, just for kicks. If Quidditch didn't prove to be too much...
Her answer to his question brought him back to Earth and he raised an eyebrow. "Cameras?" he asked with a small chuckle, thinking she was joking. "What, like paparazzi?" he added with a joking grin.
Except now that he SAID it, it reminded him of an article he'd read recently, mostly out of boredom at his gran's house. He'd been trying to find something to do while he waited for her to finish fussing over her appearance so he could take her to lunch and grovel for getting such terrible OWL scores, and he'd read about a certain group of siblings attending Hogwarts this year...
"OH MY GOSH!! You're a Grimaldi, aren't you?!" he hissed, dropping his voice quickly. AHHHH! HE WAS TALKING TO A GRIMALDI! This was SO EXCITING! Not that he realized how exciting it would be until roughly five seconds ago...he knew OF her family and their band, had listened to them a bit, but hadn't really thought anything of it when he'd heard they were coming to Hogwarts. He'd been too nervous about OWLs stuff.
And now he'd probably gone and made her super uncomfortable. OOPS.
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Elias wanted to make a comment about Ezra sounding like a girl but judging by the present company in the shop it would probably go down like a lead balloon. Despite it seeming like conflict was his thing (which it was when it came to a battle of words), Eli didn’t much fancy any further interaction with others that he did not know.
Which was seemingly impossible considering that curly-haired tumbleweed was grinning at him and Ezra was encouraging it. He simply rolled his eyes and turned away in the hopes that she would take the hint, even if Ezra was all but ready to make new friends HE was not.
Ezra was an expert at finding which buttons to push to wind up Elias but he supposed it was the duty of the big brother to do exactly that. Elias would therefore in turn replicate the same with the younger siblings when it was their turn to attend school. “But that’s different! I don’t look like a fluffy creature, you look like a toad.” The little smirk that followed was peak Elias getting his own way. “Anyway I thought you’d want something ‘cooler’ than a Puffskein?” Did he WANT others to make fun of him?!
Thankfully the bear hug hadn’t lasted long and as soon as he was released from Ezra’s grip he stepped away leaving some distance between them as if to say that they weren’t related and they’d never met each other before. He did his best to straighten up his clothes too, their Grandpa had always taught them that the way they represented themselves publicly was extremely important.
“You could always leave me here” he retorted starting his peruse of the shelves.
Yes indeed, little brother. Ezra was ready to make as many new friends as possible. A difficult feat when your shadow for the day was Mr Grumps here. He missed his two best friends from Durmstang terribly—they were all on the same wavelength--but that was the one and only thing he missed about the place, except maybe the cool uniform. He was ready to start afresh in his new school (and new uniform) and making any friends along the way before he started would be a boon. He gave Miss Curly Hair a friendly wave - a silent apology for Eli's rude eyerolling.
“I do not look like a toad! I don't have ANY warts.” None. Nowhere. Eli was such mean spirited goblin sometimes. It made Ezra sad that they couldn't just get along. It would involve lots of give and absolutely no take on Ezra's part, and he wasn't mature enough to even consider that.
Besides that.. the age gap was tiny - there were only a few months between the two mini Greenwoods. Their maturity levels, currently, were pretty much on par, albeit at different ends of the spectrum.
“Oh but you do look like a small fluffy creature. One trying to look big and tough and mighty, but failing. Miserably.” He shrugged. “If you're gonna be mean and name your toad after me, then I'll return the favour.” Hmph. As for wanting something cooler, then yes, point taken. “I need to see what they've got.” Ezra would take the whole menagerie if he could. PLUS there was nothing wrong with puffskeins. They were cute and loveable little creatures that didn't need too much care. Perfect for a twelve year old.
Nope. Not going anywhere. Sorry, Puffwood. “Mum told us to stick together, and if we lose each other to meet IMMEDIATELY at the fountain.” Ezra needed books too. He checked the list and went to find them, making sure not to lose sight of Eli in the process.
While on the quest to the next set of shelves, Ascella found herself briefly distracted by a copy of today's newspapers. She picked it up, skimmed the titles of the articles before pausing at the entertainment page with the daily crossword. She pondered on trying her hand at it, but she didn't have a pencil and she didn't want to buy a pencil or this newspaper when there probably already was a copy at home. However, that number 29 six-lettered across? It had to be plimpy. Ascella was sure of it. She was confident with her knowledge on water creatures.
Putting the newspaper back down, her attention was taken by another person to her side. Ascella turned to face the other kid, whom she was certain was around her age, give or take. "Hi." The eleven year old greeted in return, offering them a smile. "I was looking for a book to read...nothing in particular. But I got distracted." She gestured at the newspaper. No worries, it was a nice distraction. She enjoyed crosswords, especially when she was answering them with her parents at home.
Ascella noticed the other kid's shirt as well. "Do you know their kids are going to Hogwarts this September?" She found it so interesting and exciting, getting to start Hogwarts with the Grimaldi children. The Grimgang. A bunch of children she'd only ever seen in newspapers and magazines, all about to attend the same school she was heading off to soon. Ascella knew a few of Grimoire's songs as well, contrary to (probably) popular belief that she only listened to classical music. Pretty sure her dad wanted an autograph, too, if she thought of it.
The other one had freckles. Des was staring, trying to connect them like a constellation. "you know birth marks are the wounds from where we died in our past lives. What's that mean freckles are?" They wondered aloud, toying again with the hole in their shirt. The fabric there was rougher and frayed and felt good against Des' hands and fingers. "I was going to look for a book while my brother was busy but I don't think I'll look anymore." They were more interested in this conversation and this older child.
"Whose kids? Lots of kids are going to Hogwarts this year. I'm going. You're going." It was a quick assumption and though there was no evidence to properly back this up, Des felt very sure of it. Somethings just seemed right and others just seemed wrong. This just seemed right. They turned away from the other kid, looking instead the books on the shelf as if they held value- at this moment they didn't.
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The other one had freckles. Des was staring, trying to connect them like a constellation. "you know birth marks are the wounds from where we died in our past lives. What's that mean freckles are?" They wondered aloud, toying again with the hole in their shirt. The fabric there was rougher and frayed and felt good against Des' hands and fingers. "I was going to look for a book while my brother was busy but I don't think I'll look anymore." They were more interested in this conversation and this older child.
"Whose kids? Lots of kids are going to Hogwarts this year. I'm going. You're going." It was a quick assumption and though there was no evidence to properly back this up, Des felt very sure of it. Somethings just seemed right and others just seemed wrong. This just seemed right. They turned away from the other kid, looking instead the books on the shelf as if they held value- at this moment they didn't.
Oh. Oh. Ascella loved nothing more than something that made the gears in her brain whir, and what the other kid said definitely fell under that list. Naturally, she had a scientific explanation for freckles, because of course she'd been curious one day and read about them, but it was always nice to listen to what others believed in. "Well, freckles aren't birthmarks," she offered, starting off with something to lead to her point. "Maybe...maybe they could be a reflection of the stars in the night sky on the day someone died in their past life?" Her brain defaulted to astronomy a lot, wasn't that obvious? "I wonder what I was in my past life." Perhaps she had been...a teacher, like her parents? Or a triathlete? A merchieftainess? Maybe even sea foam. She could be anything. Anyone could have been anything. She was about to offer her help to them, finding the book, when it seems it's no longer the case for the other kid now, so Ascella just smiled.
They had a point, Ascella nodded. "You're right. I meant them," the eldest Archer kid pointed at their band shirt. "Grimoire. I listen to some of their songs...but their kids, they're enrolling at Hogwarts." Not a lot of news escaped Ascella, particularly because she does skim over the newspaper everyday, whenever she can, and the Grimgang news had been information tucked in her sponge brain since the first article on it came out. But even more significantly, the other kid had mentioned that they were going to Hogwarts, which!!! Is very exciting, indeed! It showed on Ascella's face. "You're going, too? What's your name?" She had to ask. This was important.
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Heaven. This was...well, no, not exactly heaven, not with all the...books just...in stacks and seemingly haphazardly placed wherever there was room on a shelf, but the sheer number of books put even Kenneth's uncle's library to shame. Not to mention how many more topics this book shop had than any Kenneth had ever seen--Muggle shops famously lacked spellbooks and magical histories.
As his uncle took care of purchasing the required textbooks, Kenneth wandered up the stairs to a less crowded area of the shop. Less crowded with people, at least, he'd guesss that the the books per square meter measurement was consistently high throughout this place.
Finding a section of wizard fiction that sounded intriguing, Kenneth carefully extracted the most promising-looking books (based solely on the number of copies and their bindings) and carried his large little stack of novels to a chair to investigate further. Were these books for teenagers? For adults? What made novels for wizards different than novels for the new word he'd learned, Muggles?
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Yes indeed, little brother. Ezra was ready to make as many new friends as possible. A difficult feat when your shadow for the day was Mr Grumps here. He missed his two best friends from Durmstang terribly—they were all on the same wavelength--but that was the one and only thing he missed about the place, except maybe the cool uniform. He was ready to start afresh in his new school (and new uniform) and making any friends along the way before he started would be a boon. He gave Miss Curly Hair a friendly wave - a silent apology for Eli's rude eyerolling.
“I do not look like a toad! I don't have ANY warts.” None. Nowhere. Eli was such mean spirited goblin sometimes. It made Ezra sad that they couldn't just get along. It would involve lots of give and absolutely no take on Ezra's part, and he wasn't mature enough to even consider that.
Besides that.. the age gap was tiny - there were only a few months between the two mini Greenwoods. Their maturity levels, currently, were pretty much on par, albeit at different ends of the spectrum.
“Oh but you do look like a small fluffy creature. One trying to look big and tough and mighty, but failing. Miserably.” He shrugged. “If you're gonna be mean and name your toad after me, then I'll return the favour.” Hmph. As for wanting something cooler, then yes, point taken. “I need to see what they've got.” Ezra would take the whole menagerie if he could. PLUS there was nothing wrong with puffskeins. They were cute and loveable little creatures that didn't need too much care. Perfect for a twelve year old.
Nope. Not going anywhere. Sorry, Puffwood. “Mum told us to stick together, and if we lose each other to meet IMMEDIATELY at the fountain.” Ezra needed books too. He checked the list and went to find them, making sure not to lose sight of Eli in the process.
Well Elias was really quite the opposite. Although that much was obvious from looking at the pair. Ezra was all sunshine and excitement and huge grins whereas Elias was walking around as if a huge storm cloud was following him and putting a damper on everyone’s day. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t want to be here nor that he considered himself above his fellow first years or that hordes of people weren’t his thing and he’d rather be holed up back at the estate with a decent book.
Great Uncle Nathan had clearly had too much influence on Ezra.
“You might do!” he retaliated. “You definitely will when you’re older.” Although it might’ve looked mean-spirited, at least Ezra was getting a reaction out of Eli. The majority of interactions he had would involve him completely ignoring the other party. Besides, wasn’t this what brothers did best? Wind each other up to no extent because they could and at the end of the day it wouldn’t put much a strain on their relationship. Eli would never admit it but he DID love his brother really.
Being compared to a Pygmy Puff was just NOT it. The grumpy expression on the eleven-year-olds face could tell you exactly that. “I have no fluff on me whatsoever!” Nor was he trying to act tough and strong. In fact being ‘tough’ wasn’t his aim whatsoever, he’d much rather intellectually outwit his compatriots. “Well our list says a cat, toad, owl or Pygmy Puff so you haven’t got much choice.” Not unless he was granted special permission from Hogwarts.
“What Mum doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” Where was he going to go exactly? He couldn’t apparate, he certainly wasn’t interested in Muggle London and he hated the crowds in the street.
Being twelve, and a troublesome resident only on a part time basis - and today being definitely not one of those days - Yves was free to peruse the shops on his own, and take charge of the role of buying those school supplies he did not already have access to. Provided he arrived back at the meeting point on time, and of course he fully intended to do so.
He had become sidetracked in his quest for school books, however, by a detour to the history section and the surrounding areas. Bypassing books like The Pureblood Directory and Nature's Nobility, which were of little use to him, he scanned the shelves for something that would be helpful... without really knowing what that could be. Even just on the spines of these books, there were a lot of words which, despite almost two years being based in this country, he was not very familiar with. Specialist words, maybe, the kind any boy his age was unlikely to know. He hoped so, otherwise he was getting a taster of one of the difficulties he might end up facing at Hogwarts.
A heavy tome on a bottom shelf caught his eye, the word 'French' snaring his attention at once. Yves crouched down and pulled it out, opening the book on the floor rather than attempt to stand and leaf through it. This wasn't a library, as he well knew, so he was sure to keep an eye out for shop workers coming and going nearby as he browsed the index of French wizarding families, looking automatically for the name 'Flamel' even though he knew by now that he was not one by blood.
Yves glanced up when he heard footsteps nearby, ready with his defence that he was just looking to see if the book was something worth buying. When he realised they belonged to another customer about his age, he relaxed again, and smiled instead.
Fiorenza’s desire to find out more about her father was something she had kept from her grandparents. Given she hadn’t cared until she found out about all of this magic malarky, she didn’t want to insult them further. Because she was pretty sure that receiving letters from her via an owl and being forced to respond in the same way was insulting enough. The thought made the eleven year old shudder - imagine the droppings! She could scarcely believe people kept them as pets, but then she reminded herself that this was England, and, well…
It didn’t matter. What Nonno and Nonna didn’t know couldn’t hurt them, after all. And apparently what she didn’t know could hurt her, because Fio was quickly realising that she had no idea what half of the words on these spines meant, nor was she sure what she should actually be looking for. Of course, she wouldn’t be admitting that, or asking for help, and so she moved on, looking for something that she might better understand.
As she rounded a corner, she was surprised to see someone around her age crouched on the floor with a rather large book. At his smile, she offered one back, but it came out as something of a grimace instead. And given that she didn’t want to look lost, she pulled the nearest book down from the shelf and opened it, trying to make sense of the Lost Wizarding Families of the Twentieth Century.
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Heaven. This was...well, no, not exactly heaven, not with all the...books just...in stacks and seemingly haphazardly placed wherever there was room on a shelf, but the sheer number of books put even Kenneth's uncle's library to shame. Not to mention how many more topics this book shop had than any Kenneth had ever seen--Muggle shops famously lacked spellbooks and magical histories.
As his uncle took care of purchasing the required textbooks, Kenneth wandered up the stairs to a less crowded area of the shop. Less crowded with people, at least, he'd guesss that the the books per square meter measurement was consistently high throughout this place.
Finding a section of wizard fiction that sounded intriguing, Kenneth carefully extracted the most promising-looking books (based solely on the number of copies and their bindings) and carried his large little stack of novels to a chair to investigate further. Were these books for teenagers? For adults? What made novels for wizards different than novels for the new word he'd learned, Muggles?
Roman himself had come to frequent the bookshop whenever he was in Diagon lately, whether he was with his twin or not. Regina, fortunately for him, had decided to stay home today with V. He had asked his dad to drop him off here so he could get some errands run, but mostly that meant he wanted to spend gold on things HE wanted to get.
And things = books.
Lately, he wanted to read murder mysteries. He had devoured the books that had belonged to his Gran, both the English and French ones, and now he was on the prowl for more. He came to a stop next to another boy, and being much too shy to say anything first, he merely tilted his head to look at the stack the boy had gathered. His cheeks turned red, though, when he realized how bold this was, and he then turned his head rightways and took a step back.
"S-sorry-" he said quickly as he went to turn away.
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Roman himself had come to frequent the bookshop whenever he was in Diagon lately, whether he was with his twin or not. Regina, fortunately for him, had decided to stay home today with V. He had asked his dad to drop him off here so he could get some errands run, but mostly that meant he wanted to spend gold on things HE wanted to get.
And things = books.
Lately, he wanted to read murder mysteries. He had devoured the books that had belonged to his Gran, both the English and French ones, and now he was on the prowl for more. He came to a stop next to another boy, and being much too shy to say anything first, he merely tilted his head to look at the stack the boy had gathered. His cheeks turned red, though, when he realized how bold this was, and he then turned his head rightways and took a step back.
"S-sorry-" he said quickly as he went to turn away.
Kenneth was entranced by his stack of books, but he was so used to being the only noisemaker in his uncle's house that he noticed every footstep. He looked up when he realized someone had stopped nearby, a little worried that it was his uncle come to say time to go. It wasn't his uncle, though, it was some boy...maybe his age. Looking at his stack of books?
And apologizing for it, evidently.
Kenneth saw no need for any apology. Cautiously, Kenneth took the top book from his stack and held it out towards the boy. A peace offering, one might say. (Not that the book was actually his to offer, as he hadn't purchased it or any other book. Yet.) "Did, well, would you like look at this one?" he asked in a quiet voice. It was his library voice, which he used any time he was in a room of books, even though this room was not a library.
Kenneth was entranced by his stack of books, but he was so used to being the only noisemaker in his uncle's house that he noticed every footstep. He looked up when he realized someone had stopped nearby, a little worried that it was his uncle come to say time to go. It wasn't his uncle, though, it was some boy...maybe his age. Looking at his stack of books?
And apologizing for it, evidently.
Kenneth saw no need for any apology. Cautiously, Kenneth took the top book from his stack and held it out towards the boy. A peace offering, one might say. (Not that the book was actually his to offer, as he hadn't purchased it or any other book. Yet.) "Did, well, would you like look at this one?" he asked in a quiet voice. It was his library voice, which he used any time he was in a room of books, even though this room was not a library.
Roman would have admitted that a library voice was his always voice, but soon enough this boy might notice that. He stopped, like prey caught in a headlight, and turned to look at the book. The eleven-year-old saw it almost as a peace offering, though there had never been strife to begin with.
He took the book and nodded. "S-sure," he said as she stepped back towards the stack of books and the boy. "Are you going to buy all these?" he asked curiously as he nodded at the stack. "I'm looking for murder mysteries," he admitted as he flipped through the book he now held. It didn't seem like a murder mystery, but it was interesting nonetheless. "And preferably written by a witch or wizard. I'm tired of muggle stories." The intrigue was there, but he found himself thinking of all the ways magic could solve muggle storylines.
Though, muggles DID write about magic a fair amount. Their ideas and creativity really showed in that regard, and he supposed a muggle murder mystery that still contained magic in some way was acceptable. He'd even take superpower ones. That almost counted as magic, right?
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