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Aereopagitica, Thursday, 15 June

Giles opened the store and was working on checking every. Single. Book. He was making sure that the books had, on the inside, what they said they had on the outside.

Not that he was paranoid or anything.

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Yep. All the cookbooks actually have recipes in them. Even the English ones. Although English cooking was probably better considered a malevolent force rather than outright evil...

Stand back, the man's actally eating a salad.

Gah! The 1935 edition of Chaucer actually covers demon porn! If you can't find Giles, he's possibly washing his hands. And his eyes.

Giles has successfully checked all the books. It's been a very long day, and he may have just fallen to dozing over his reading.

River turned up with the beautiful book named *Kittens around the world'. She was sad to let it go, but she didn't want to upset Giles again. Besides, she had the symbols she liked neatly drawn in her diary. She wasn't going to tell him that.

Giles started when he heard the bell on the door ring as River entered.

He surreptitiously wiped a little post-nap drool away. Ah, good. She'd brought the book.

"Hello, River!" Giles smiled. "I see you've brought back the book. How are you today?"

"Good. Proty's still in place. How are you?" She grinned, putting the book on the counter.

Giles flipped through the book and blanched just a little.

"Who--or what--is Proty?"

"One of my paintings. Octopus," River explained. "You never answered my question," she added with a grin.

"I am fine, thank you very much," Giles replied, excuting a natty little bow to River.

"Turtle on the other hand is moving around," River said nervously. "The fish I painted on Xander's door. It used to be next to the number sign, now it's below the handle." She pointed at the 'kitten book'. It had a pattern on it from that book.

Giles blinked.

"So the things that you painted are moving around in the paintings? Are they leaving the paintings?"

It might wind up being nothing more than supernatural cartoon animation. Hopefully.

"Only Turtle. And she's not leaving the door she's painted on," River said, wanting to be sure he didn't think it was a zoo of moving paintings. "You think it might be a problem?"

She hesitated for a moment. "Are curses difficult to make?" No. She still didn't believe in them. Not really.

Giles considered her question. "So long as she's not leaving the painting--either for other paintings or the real world--I think we're fine. But that's the sort of thing I was talking about. The sigils are powerful."

River's second question caused Giles's brow to furrow. To crease even.

"Yes. Curses are incredibly difficult to create. Contrary to popular belief, they can't be cast in the heat of the moment. One must take time and make preparations for the curse to be truly effective." Now Giles's brows raised and he leaned forward on crossed arms across the counter.

"Not that you'd have any need of that. Right?"

River swallowed. "There are evil people. They'll come after me again."

"All right. Then what you need are protections, not curses.

Protections actually stand up to more, shall we say, wear and tear, than a curse. They're not nearly as easily broken."

"Oh," River said. This not believeing in magic was becoming a problem. "And how do they work? What do they do? How do I make them?" Her eyes narrowed.

Giles blew out a breath. The scope was very, very wide. "Well, different protections work different ways.

"I could put a protection on you that would shield you from the people looking for you. They could look straight at you, but still not see you. Or I could cast a spell that wouldn't affect whether they can see you or not, but would burn themselves badly if they tried to touch you. There's even a protection that would stop them from being able to touch you at all.

"That being said, I tend to like the "See Me Not" spell, myself. It works well, avoids a lot of violence, and I've done it many times.

Giles had begun wandering around the store as he lectured. But now he stopped and turned to River.

"I'm sure you haven't missed that I've said I in conjunction with all of these. These are semi-advanced magic that someone who didn't even believe in magic last week shouldn't attempt.

"There are charms and whatnot that you can make, however, that will allow you to participate in your own defense. ~~The mun needs time to research them, though.~~ But I'm going to need time to collect that information.

"In the meantime, try not to go off by yourself much. Stay with others. Especially if they're bigger and stronger than you and can protect you from the people looking for you." Something suddenly occured to Giles.

"River, are the people looking for you also psychic? Can they read minds, too?"

River didn't want to point out that she still wasn't sure she believed in magic, as that seemed rude and pointless. She also thought it unwise to mention that she quite liked the idea of the 'burn them' protection. Perhaps there even was a 'blow them up' protection. She didn't ask this though. It was very nice of Giles to offer to help her like this. She nodded.

His last question made her frown, however. "I... don't know," she said, just realizing she didn't. "I just remember... blue hands. Cold eyes."

((ooc: sorry for slow reply. Went away for the weekend.))

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