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Angie · 12-19-2017, 09:39 PM

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Originally Posted by Syd

He had tried to convince his mum and dad to do the book shopping, but since he was doing all his other shopping Liam was also responsible for the books. Apparently. Parents are weird. But here he was, list of supplies in hand, grumbling under his breath about why he needed so many books every year. It wasn't like fourth year was special. He wasn't even studying for OWLs yet.

Regardless, the books were required. He loaded them up in his arms having casually forgotten a basket, and even though he'd had a nice growth spurt recently the books were still almost too much. In the way that they towered in his arms and impaired his vision.

"'scuse me, sorry, I can't see," Liam announced loudly when he saw a vague body shape in front of him. It was probably a student. He might be able to dodge them. He could make a game of it.

He was halfway through his third attempt at reading the first page of a book he had not paid for when the voice interrupted him. Or a set of arms holding a pile of books. There was no face attached, nor a torso, and it was difficult to take requests to get out of the way--basically--in any sort of serious way when he couldn't look at the person in the face. He closed the book he held and shoved it under his armpit.

"That's not my problem," He said, casually, but bent down to pick up the basket he'd needlessly grabbed on his way in; he held it out for the boy--it sounded like one, anyway--, then realized there was a barricade of texts covering his line of vision. Ian blinked, once, holding out the basket in question for a second longer. "Right, you're blind right now. I'm offering you my shopping basket. It might save your life. OR mine."

12-19-2017, 09:39 PM	#10 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Syd He had tried to convince his mum and dad to do the book shopping, but since he was doing all his other shopping Liam was also responsible for the books. Apparently. Parents are weird. But here he was, list of supplies in hand, grumbling under his breath about why he needed so many books every year. It wasn't like fourth year was special. He wasn't even studying for OWLs yet. Regardless, the books were required. He loaded them up in his arms having casually forgotten a basket, and even though he'd had a nice growth spurt recently the books were still almost too much. In the way that they towered in his arms and impaired his vision. "'scuse me, sorry, I can't see," Liam announced loudly when he saw a vague body shape in front of him. It was probably a student. He might be able to dodge them. He could make a game of it. He was halfway through his third attempt at reading the first page of a book he had not paid for when the voice interrupted him. Or a set of arms holding a pile of books. There was no face attached, nor a torso, and it was difficult to take requests to get out of the way--basically--in any sort of serious way when he couldn't look at the person in the face. He closed the book he held and shoved it under his armpit. "That's not my problem," He said, casually, but bent down to pick up the basket he'd needlessly grabbed on his way in; he held it out for the boy--it sounded like one, anyway--, then realized there was a barricade of texts covering his line of vision. Ian blinked, once, holding out the basket in question for a second longer. "Right, you're blind right now. I'm offering you my shopping basket. It might save your life. OR mine." __________________