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Magic Box, Wednesday

Andrew ran to the Magic Box that morning. He consulted a list in his pocket and gathered up various items from throughout the store. Ringing himself up, he put the money for the items in the till and said, "Thank you for shopping at the Magic Box, Mr. Wells."

Then he unlocked the front door and hid his purchase away.

The Magic Box is open for all your cosmically mystical material desires.

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Finding himself with a lot of free time on his hands, Aziraphale decided to stop in at the Magic Box to see how Andrew was coming with the books he'd borrowed.

"Good day, Mr Wells," he said, as he walked through the door.

Andrew looked up and smiled at Aziraphale. "I was going to try and visit you this week. I, um, I've read through your books. They were great. I had a bit more trouble with the Persian dialect than I thought I would," and then, in Persian but with a heavy American accent, he said, "but I worked through it eventually."

With a look of surprise, Aziraphale replied in accentless Persian, "Good show, my dear!"

Then, as if just realizing that he'd actually spoken another language, he added quickly in English, "I'm, er, very pleased to hear it. Are you ready for something new, then?"

There was a definite gleam in Andrew's eyes, "I'm always ready for something new. I don't have your books with me though."

Andrew bit his lower lip. "When could I bring them to you?"

"Well, you can drop them by Book Haven on Friday if you like, or we can always set up a time for you to just come visit my library," Aziraphale suggested, smiling. "And you're welcome to hold on to the others until you're quite finished with them."

Andrew beamed. "I would love to see your library!" He was practically bouncing with excitement.

"When did you learn to speak Persian?" Andrew was suddenly very curious about the man before him.

Aziraphale couldn't help but chuckle at the young man's enthusiasm. "Well then, you're in luck, because it just so happens that I love to show it off. What do you say about tomorrow, if that isn't too sudden?"

He pondered Andrew's question for a moment. "Well, I don't know that I really learned to speak Persian. I just...speak them. Languages I mean. All of them."

Andrew didn't hesitate in answering, "Tomorrow night works!" Even if he had plans, he wasn't currently thinking about them.

Aziraphale's answer to his question was confusing. "All of them?"

"Then tomorrow night it is. I live at 50-A Minotaur Lane, and you just stop in whenever you like. James is out of town, so I haven't any plans."

Aziraphale smiled. "Quite, my dear. All of them. Every language spoken by man, and a few that aren't."

Andrew thought that maybe the man was pulling his leg, but why would he do that? "All of them?" He asked again, but this time he asked in a very obscure demonic tongue spoken solely by the particularly nasty Granok.

Well, that was unexpected. Aziraphale gave Andrew a weird look. It was definitely a demonic language, you just couldn't mistake that sort of thing, but not one that he recognized.

Lucifer would probably know. Maybe he should see about coaxing the young man over to the Nest sometime. Just to see what the Adversary made of him.

"Terribly sorry, my dear, but you've got me on that one. Although I must say that I'm more than a little bit curious to know how you might have picked it up."

Andrew felt more than a little pride at knowing a language Aziraphale apparently didn't. It was probably just luck on that particular one though.

"Oh, Granok I learned from Tucker -- my older brother. Well, he butchered the language, but I still learned the basics from him."

[ooc:Sorry about the delay!!! - unexpected life.]

Aziraphale's eyebrow went up. "Was your older brother Tucker a demon, then?"

Not that he actually thought this was the case. But he figured it was a good way to try and draw out the real explanation.

[ooc: Damn those unexpected life things! ;) ]

"Tucker?" Andrew laughed, "Hardly."

Andrew was intrigued that Aziraphale recognized the language as demonic. It wasn't unheard of -- in Sunnydale. "Do you know much about demons?"

"Oh, a good bit, my dear," Aziraphale chuckled. "Although I will admit to knowing very little about the various lesser types. That isn't really my field of expertise. Your fire and brimstone Lord of Flies sort, though -- those I can tell you plenty about."

He cocked his head at Andrew. "And how much do you know about them?"

"Not enough," Andrew answered. "But I'm working on it. Mr. Giles is giving me lessons, but I think he's holding out on me." He frowned.

"Are you fascinated by demonology too, or is it just something you've picked up?"

"Oh really." Not that Aziraphale had anything against learning, but he wasn't sure demonology was on his list of things young people ought to be studying.

Then again, as Crowley always said, most Satanists were a pretty dull and harmless lot. Much like Anglicans, really.

"Oh, I suppose you'd say I just picked it up. Bit of a necessary topic in my line of work, though."

Andrew was the nosey type. "What line of work might that be?"

"Thwarting," Aziraphale replied, with a chuckle. "And on occasion, smiting. Also, I tend bar part-time."

"And you teach!" Andrew thought he remembered something about teaching. "You lead an awfully full life. I have yet to smite anything, but it's on my list of things to do."

It really was.

"Er..."

Aziraphale had opened his mouth to agree that yes, he also taught. But he got stuck on Andrew's stated goal of smiting. "You, er, aspire to smiting something deserving, I hope?"

"Oh, sure." It was a very offhanded answer.

"I'm totally sticking around for the school year. I was supposed to only be here for the summer, but being that my aunt seems to be happy having me so far away, looks like I don't have much of a choice. Not that I'm upset about it or anything." His eyes did look a little sad though.

"Maybe I'll be able to take your class if you're teaching. What's your favorite kind of cookie?"

"I hope you will take my class," Aziraphale replied, pleased to be off the topic of smiting. "If all goes as I hope, I should be lecturing on prophecy."

Not that he wasn't going to be keeping a close eye on Andrew from here on.

"I have to admit to a fondness for gingersnaps, but really, I'm not certain there's any sort of biscuit I don't like. And what about you?"

"I'm totally a chocolate chocolate chip kind of guy. Unless there is a really good oatmeal raisin in the mix, and then it's a struggle to choose." Andrew thought about it for a moment.

"So your place tomorrow night?"

[ooc: Screaming at the clock didn't make it change. It's totally past my bedtime!]

"Quite, my dear. I'll see what I can find that might interest you, but you're welcome to browse through my books as well."

Aziraphale smiled, and then said, "And I'd best be off, and let you get back to work. It's been lovely talking to you, Mr Wells."

[ooc: Blech, I know. Mine too. Night!]

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