Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 25, 2009 16:40:04 GMT -5
"Well, Malachy, I was just thinking, Shouldn't you maybe have a business partner? Someone who knows about books, is well read, and has been saving up her allowance for most of the last seven years and has quite a nice little nest egg socked away? Maybe someone who helped re-construct the library after the Shadow War, hmm?" She smiled, fluttering her eyelashes in a false show of innocence. "Very well, I accept. I will donate selections from my own private collection of books to the library, as well as the funds to renovate the shop and purchase the books to sell. However, I expect to have half interest in this place."
She stood at last, flicking her wand this way and that to create a brilliant illusion. Polished mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, organized by subject, with floating, silver letters above each section. Comfortable leather couches and chintz armchairs were arranged into reading areas. A winding, wrought iron stairway led up to the next floor, a loft-like structure where indistinct people sat at polished cherry wood tables, reading and taking notes. The front desk was gorgeous too. Finely carved, but warm, not imposing. A cash register stood at one end, ready for use, while on the other side a sign read: "We Also Buy Books. Ask At The Desk."
All in all, it was exactly how Morgan pictured a combination bookstore/library should look. then, she waved it away. The store was empty and dark again. "Sorry if I kind of took over a bit, but I could see it so clearly." Her voice and eyes were wistful. It was exactly the kind of place a Ravenclaw would love. In this moment, even her hatred for Phugsius was all but forgotten.
She stood at last, flicking her wand this way and that to create a brilliant illusion. Polished mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, organized by subject, with floating, silver letters above each section. Comfortable leather couches and chintz armchairs were arranged into reading areas. A winding, wrought iron stairway led up to the next floor, a loft-like structure where indistinct people sat at polished cherry wood tables, reading and taking notes. The front desk was gorgeous too. Finely carved, but warm, not imposing. A cash register stood at one end, ready for use, while on the other side a sign read: "We Also Buy Books. Ask At The Desk."
All in all, it was exactly how Morgan pictured a combination bookstore/library should look. then, she waved it away. The store was empty and dark again. "Sorry if I kind of took over a bit, but I could see it so clearly." Her voice and eyes were wistful. It was exactly the kind of place a Ravenclaw would love. In this moment, even her hatred for Phugsius was all but forgotten.