Post by Queety White on Aug 10, 2015 18:19:45 GMT -5
The morning began with earnest. Patrons were walking up and down the streets of Diagon Alley, eager to spend their hard earned galleons, sickles and knuts. And for the shopkeepers, they were more than eager to take those coins in exchange for products as those coins meant that they could go home and feed their own families. That was what made an economy flow after all. One may say that all the education that Queety had invested in when she was a student was nearly useless now that she was in the retail business. Rarely did she ever use transfiguration or defense against the dark arts. She never touched potions (which was probably good since she was terrible at it as a student) and she never used charms outside of the ones necessary for every day life. What good was an education at such an esteemed school of witchcraft and wizardry if all she was going to do was smile and sell books and bid her customers a good day.
Well one forgets a particular subject that happened to be Queety's best, History of Magic. And like the name suggests, all books contain a story, whether it be fiction, nonfiction or a story of how to achieve new goals. Books filled with words meant to take the reader to a new world, it was amazing how these symbols could stimulate the imagination to such lengths. She did not understand how the brain could possibly interpret those symbols and create a world that once existed or could never exist or they could create to exist. However, she knew that the brain was able to do it, and that was the greatest magic of all.
She turned the sign of the front door from closed to open. In the early morning, she was the only one working. Other workers would come later, during the busier hours of the day. But for now, she would take advantage of the slower pace. This was her escape from her home life. She loved her boyfriend and his kids. She loved her friends. But she also loved to be surrounded by books and the magic they held. And thus, she relished the hours during the day where she could spend being surrounded by the smell of freshly opened books and the look of joy on her customer's faces when they began to experience another world.
The door opened and the bell jingled signaling the first customer of the day. Queety turned over her shoulder with her trademark wide smile on her face. "Welcome to Flourish and Blotts," she said cheerfully. "How can I help you today?"
Well one forgets a particular subject that happened to be Queety's best, History of Magic. And like the name suggests, all books contain a story, whether it be fiction, nonfiction or a story of how to achieve new goals. Books filled with words meant to take the reader to a new world, it was amazing how these symbols could stimulate the imagination to such lengths. She did not understand how the brain could possibly interpret those symbols and create a world that once existed or could never exist or they could create to exist. However, she knew that the brain was able to do it, and that was the greatest magic of all.
She turned the sign of the front door from closed to open. In the early morning, she was the only one working. Other workers would come later, during the busier hours of the day. But for now, she would take advantage of the slower pace. This was her escape from her home life. She loved her boyfriend and his kids. She loved her friends. But she also loved to be surrounded by books and the magic they held. And thus, she relished the hours during the day where she could spend being surrounded by the smell of freshly opened books and the look of joy on her customer's faces when they began to experience another world.
The door opened and the bell jingled signaling the first customer of the day. Queety turned over her shoulder with her trademark wide smile on her face. "Welcome to Flourish and Blotts," she said cheerfully. "How can I help you today?"
