Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

Theodore Dumble, a fifteen-year-old of average stature, pushed the door of the book shop open, a light tinkling sound emanating from the bell near the door. The aroma of the shop was welcome to him in a place that he wasn't so familiar in: it almost smelled like home. Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his old, faded jeans, his blue eyes scanned the titles of various tomes curiously as his trainers padded along the wooden floor. Making his way down the aisles, he pulled out a book or two that took his fancy, whether it brought about a bit of nostalgia or held an interesting title. From what he ascertained after checking out a novel here and there, Gilderoy Lockart was a very accomplished, well-groomed wizard and Bathilda Bagshot's novels seemed to have been put through the mill quite a few times, which indicated that her words were useful and often needed at hand.

Coming to the end of a shelf that was near the back of the shop, Theodore came upon a novel that made his heart swell as he swiped it from the shelf rather excitedly, beaming at the cover: The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde, a renowned muggle of literary fame. Back when he had lived in the states less than five years before, his mother had taken the time to pass along one of her favorite works to him, which soon became his novel of choice as well. It made his stomach churn slightly, bringing on a longing to return to his former home in New York, but he bit his lip in consternation as he flipped through the thin pages of the work. Even after a month after returning to England after spending most of his life in the U.S.A., Theodore still was having quite the time becoming accustomed to everything muggle and wizard that differed from things at home.