 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell  ”If you think there’s a lot of wizard authors, you should see how many muggle ones there are.” She said smiling. Daisy’s folks were both wizards preferring to stay on the dragon reserve where her mom worked, but as her mom was muggleboarn the family occasionally went to visit their muggle grandparents in Berlin. Last summer, grandmom had taken Daisy to a big library in town and it was about 4 times larger than Hogwarts. She had never seen so many books put together. “Some of what they make up is so outrageous its insane.”
”Well, I imagine,” Daisy replied without missing a beat or blinking an eye. “Books like those would be in one of four categories. “Histories, Biographies, Philosophies, or Theoretics.” She tugged on the strap of her satchel a bit. “I’m headed toward Histories and Biographies myself if you want help.” Ha! Funny, Daisy asking for help – again. The help she had received in Flourish and Blotts hadn’t been that helpful and she was certain the girl now thought she was a nutzoid. At least sourpuss girl hadn't understood Daisy was deviling into the rhetoric behind Vlad the Impaler. Damien believed that there were just as many Muggle authors as Wizard. Though he'd never been interested in books either way. Until, that is, he found the book at the Hogwarts Library that spoke of the strange circumstances that surrounded his life. Did it give any answers? Not really, no. Which is why he was wandering this shop right now.
It appeared his new companion knew of the areas to look for a possible book he might be interested in. She seemed to be quite knowledgable and might give him the assitance he needed, instead of having to search by himself. Damien gave her the consideration and nodded. "That would actually be great," he said, starting to follow her in the direction of Histories and Biographies. Even if he might not be the best conversationalist, at least they'll both have a bit of company. "What brings you to a Third Hand Bookstore?" he asked as the pair rounded the end of one of the shelves. |