(no subject)
May. 12th, 2006 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_auror"And that," Nymphadora says cheerfully to her son, pointing to the Soho storefront they're passing, "is called a fetish shop. But you won't be needing to know that for a long, long while, will you? Of course not. And if you do, don't tell me about it. Deal?"
Anthony gurgles his agreement, kicking a little from where he hangs on his mother's chest. He seems to be enjoying the late afternoon sunshine from beneath the brim of his green bucket hat.
"Ah! Here we are, then. This is Aziraphael's shop. Isn't it lovely? Fell Books, it's called." The witch opens the door, and the bell jangles merrily. "Hello?"
Anthony gurgles his agreement, kicking a little from where he hangs on his mother's chest. He seems to be enjoying the late afternoon sunshine from beneath the brim of his green bucket hat.
"Ah! Here we are, then. This is Aziraphael's shop. Isn't it lovely? Fell Books, it's called." The witch opens the door, and the bell jangles merrily. "Hello?"
