Post by BEAU LUCAS RENARD on Jun 4, 2011 22:58:17 GMT
Beau knew exactly which books made up a sixth year set. He had memorized the list, and the only thing slowing him down, was the fact that he wasn't quite sure where things were kept in Flourish and Blotts. If he were back home in France, it would be easy. He knew his way around the book stores there like the back of his hand. But this crooked little shop? Not so much. Beau had only been in there a couple of times in his whole life.
Stopping in the History section, he ran one finger along the spines of the books on every single shelf, blue eyes scanning desperately for the right title. He had never heard of half of the books he was supposed to buy before, but it didn't much matter. He only needed to locate them, pay for them, and be on his way. Already juggling a pile of books in one arm, Beau finally located the last on his list, adding it to the top of the towering pile and then realizing he had to get all the way across to the other side of the shop to purchase them. 'Blast.'
If only he were allowed to use magic, he could have hovered them over there with ease, but alas, students were forbidden from practicing any sort of magic outside of school. So, Beau was forced to teeter across the shop like a big blonde beacon of instability. He almost tripped over a pair of toddlers who had strayed from their mother, the book pile wobbling precariously, so much so, that he was forced to close the rest of the distance to the counter at a run, the books toppling onto the counter instead of the floor, at the last minute.
"Gah!" I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He held his hands up apologetically to the shop assistant who had had to dive out of the way to avoid being crushed by an avalanche of literature. She merely gave him a wide-eyed look. "I hope you're buying all of these," she told him, beginning to pick them up and pack them safely into a bag for him. "Oh, I am. I am, yes," he enthused. "Of course I am. Yeah..." Rambling, Beau trailed off, feeling awkward. He scratched at his head for a moment, eyes glued to his feet, before deciding to concentrate on counting out money for her. That would at least give him something to focus on, and help get him out of there faster.
Stopping in the History section, he ran one finger along the spines of the books on every single shelf, blue eyes scanning desperately for the right title. He had never heard of half of the books he was supposed to buy before, but it didn't much matter. He only needed to locate them, pay for them, and be on his way. Already juggling a pile of books in one arm, Beau finally located the last on his list, adding it to the top of the towering pile and then realizing he had to get all the way across to the other side of the shop to purchase them. 'Blast.'
If only he were allowed to use magic, he could have hovered them over there with ease, but alas, students were forbidden from practicing any sort of magic outside of school. So, Beau was forced to teeter across the shop like a big blonde beacon of instability. He almost tripped over a pair of toddlers who had strayed from their mother, the book pile wobbling precariously, so much so, that he was forced to close the rest of the distance to the counter at a run, the books toppling onto the counter instead of the floor, at the last minute.
"Gah!" I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He held his hands up apologetically to the shop assistant who had had to dive out of the way to avoid being crushed by an avalanche of literature. She merely gave him a wide-eyed look. "I hope you're buying all of these," she told him, beginning to pick them up and pack them safely into a bag for him. "Oh, I am. I am, yes," he enthused. "Of course I am. Yeah..." Rambling, Beau trailed off, feeling awkward. He scratched at his head for a moment, eyes glued to his feet, before deciding to concentrate on counting out money for her. That would at least give him something to focus on, and help get him out of there faster.
