Working in the library was a dangerous post if one was as fond of books as Odira Potter.
No fewer than four tomes had crossed her path today that, after closer observation, she had been quite sure she must own, and so the young librarian had made the easy decision to visit Florish and Blotts before taking the Knight Bus back to Hogsmeade and the children.
After her ordeal some two and a half years prior, the witch had been rather tentative when venturing into the magical world proper, and so felt her heartbeat quicken in anticipation as she moved through the Leaky Cauldron towards the wall that separated sense from sensationalism. Her nerves were abuzz though her spirit resigned, for she was more than certain, by now, that this was an adventure that she would not regret.
She was, though, halted in her progress by a would-be queue, something she had not previously encountered here. She waited several long moments, but the woman in front of her did not seem to be going through. After another, she cleared her throat softly.
“I don’t mean to rush you at all,” Odira insisted apologetically when the pale woman turned ‘round, “Only, you’ve been staring at it for some time, now.”
No fewer than four tomes had crossed her path today that, after closer observation, she had been quite sure she must own, and so the young librarian had made the easy decision to visit Florish and Blotts before taking the Knight Bus back to Hogsmeade and the children.
After her ordeal some two and a half years prior, the witch had been rather tentative when venturing into the magical world proper, and so felt her heartbeat quicken in anticipation as she moved through the Leaky Cauldron towards the wall that separated sense from sensationalism. Her nerves were abuzz though her spirit resigned, for she was more than certain, by now, that this was an adventure that she would not regret.
She was, though, halted in her progress by a would-be queue, something she had not previously encountered here. She waited several long moments, but the woman in front of her did not seem to be going through. After another, she cleared her throat softly.
“I don’t mean to rush you at all,” Odira insisted apologetically when the pale woman turned ‘round, “Only, you’ve been staring at it for some time, now.”
If I could marry Bee I would but I can't so I ship our characters instead.