Post by Lyla Evans on Dec 1, 2011 14:53:06 GMT -5
Lyla was in desperate need of quills. When wasn't she, really? With the amount of writing she liked to do, three extra boxes of the things were the minimum requirement. She was also looking from some light reading for the summer months, books she could read because she wanted to, not because she had to for some class or other. No, these would be for pure enjoyment. Flourish and Blotts would have exactly what she needed, and the shop owner knew her by name. She had been visiting the shop for the past few years now, she was probably his best customer, as her mother allotted vast amounts of galleons to Lyla's habits.
"Good morning Miss Evans," the shopkeeper chimed, and Lyla smiled at him with a simple kind of grace. "Good morning, have any new books I might be interested in?" The man laughed and beckoned her to follow him. He knew she liked stories, biographies, arithmancy, nearly anything that had a spine and could be held between two hands. Lyla was still trailing behind the stout man as he brought about five books to the front counter, and the tall girl pointed to the small boxes of quills behind him. "And I'll have about a dozen self-inking quills," she said, taking out her change purse from her long purple robes. The man smiled and took said amount down, "Of course of course," he was muttering to himself, putting the boxes on the counter. She paid in full and left the shop, making her way to the quietest cafe in order to start reading.
Once she arrived with her things, she sat at a table and put her belongings underneath, pulling out a rather interesting biography on the Minister of Magic. Lyla ordered a cinnamon pumpkin spiced latte and commenced her reading with a small smile. Nothing could bring her more joy than this, she decided as she settled in, tuning out the world around her. Nothing.
"Good morning Miss Evans," the shopkeeper chimed, and Lyla smiled at him with a simple kind of grace. "Good morning, have any new books I might be interested in?" The man laughed and beckoned her to follow him. He knew she liked stories, biographies, arithmancy, nearly anything that had a spine and could be held between two hands. Lyla was still trailing behind the stout man as he brought about five books to the front counter, and the tall girl pointed to the small boxes of quills behind him. "And I'll have about a dozen self-inking quills," she said, taking out her change purse from her long purple robes. The man smiled and took said amount down, "Of course of course," he was muttering to himself, putting the boxes on the counter. She paid in full and left the shop, making her way to the quietest cafe in order to start reading.
Once she arrived with her things, she sat at a table and put her belongings underneath, pulling out a rather interesting biography on the Minister of Magic. Lyla ordered a cinnamon pumpkin spiced latte and commenced her reading with a small smile. Nothing could bring her more joy than this, she decided as she settled in, tuning out the world around her. Nothing.
