The window of the store looked inviting, so Lady Aubrey Brandon opened the door to hear the ring of a bell announcing her entrance. The room smelled musty, but considering the contents, that was understandable. Here was a*****e that offered her the most interesting of things; books, parchment, inks and all manner of quills. She browsed the shelves, stepping quietly, afraid to disturb the silence that gave this place its air of mystery.
Aubrey had always liked books. She was fascinated by magic and anything related to it. She had once spent days poring over a book about an ancient wizard, only to discover it was a work of fiction. The history of magic was her primary interest, though now that she was capable of using it herself, she wondered if her tastes might change.
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