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Magic Box, Wednesday [7/23]

Being that Mr. Giles was away, Andrew decided to take the day and do a few managerial tasks. He pulled out a couple of large, dusty books from under the counter and plopped them down with a thunk. Upon opening the first one, Andrew was confronted with columns of numbers and dollar amounts. He frowned. The last entry was dated clear back in April.

"Time to cook the books," he mummbled, grabbing a pencil and setting about his task. He had no clue what he was doing.

The Magic Box was open!

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Agnes walked in and looked around the shop curiously. "Wow..." she gasped, as she started looking at the shelves of books.

Andrew glanced up and smiled. "Welcome to the Magic Box," he said, standing up and moving out from behind the counter. "Can I interest you in a jar of frog-spawn jelly? We have seven different varieties."

It was his favorite item to push. Mostly because he had never seen anyone buy it.

"Not unless it's pickled properly," Agnes replied, still looking at the books. "Otherwise, it'll spoil before I ever need to use it."

She looked around. "You just... sell all of this? To anyone?"

"Well, not just anyone," Andrew lied. "We keep an eye out for creepy people who look like they might be up to, you know, creepy things."

He's lying.

No he's not.

Yes, he is.

"Well, I suppose as long as you're being responsible about it..."

Agnes sighed. "I don't actually have any money. I don't suppose you'd let me just borrow some of these books for a bit?"

Andrew shuffled his feet about uncomfortable. "I mean, you're not..." He gave the girl a scrutinizing look. "That is to say, typically we don't, um, lend out the merchandise." She looked like a trustworthy person, but still...

He crossed his arms. "You're not like trying to steal them or something are you, and just taking advantage of my kind and gentle nature?"

Agnes blushed and played with her hair nervously. "If I were going to steal them, I'd have just stolen them. I'm not... I... well, wait. If I mixed up some potions, would you buy them off me? Then I could pay you for the books."

"Oh! Potions? What kind of potions? Are you a witch? Where are you from?" Andrew took a step closer to Agnes, totally intrigued.

Finally, someone reacting in CLOSE to the proper way.

Agnes straightened her posture and tried to look more imposing. "Yes, I'm a witch. From Lancre, which you've probably never heard of." She looked around the room. "Mostly, I'm good with wart removers, salves for muscle pain, sleeping potions, that sort of thing. But with the ingredients you have here, I could probably make anything you have the recipe for... Probably."

"Lancre? Is that in Pennsylvania?" Andrew was sure he knew where it was.

"I'm from Sunnydale, in California. One of my good friends there fancies himself a bit of a witch in training. I mean, Jonathan isn't that great, um, yet, but he lost a bet and now he's supposed to be working on a glamor to make himself look like Timothy Dalton. Can you do stuff like that?"

"No, it's in a different universe. It's... nowhere near California, that's for sure. And men can't be witches." She frowned. "Can't usually be witches," she corrected, because, hey, who was she to tell the universe what was and wasn't possible? "It's the wrong kind of magic. And I think your friend ought to just learn to be happy looking like himself."

Andrew smiled. "You've never met Jonathan," he said, as though that explained everything.

"Which books were you interested in? I mean, maybe it's something I already own." Andrew had been steadily building up his library.

"No, but I've met people who want to use magic irresponsibly," Agnes countered. She'd been one, for a while.

And what's wrong with being a little irresponsible every now and then?

"Uh... Any of them, really. I don't think any of them are familiar." She shrugged. "The one thing I know plenty about is herbs. I'm kind of an expert on herbs." She'd had to be -- that's what most of the cottage's books were about. "Is there anything about the uses of music in magic?"

Andrew's face brightened considerably. "I've got a ton of books on the uses of music in magic," he said. "It's been a hobby of mine for a while now. Do you play any instruments?"

He pushed the fact that his love of music and magic had hurt a lot of people to the back of his mind.

"No, but I like to sing," Agnes answered. "And the magic sort of... leaks into it. Are you a wizard, then?"

Andrew winced slightly. "I, ah, used to dabble a little," he said. "Mostly just into summoning, but I don't do that anymore." He didn't feel the need to explain further.

"But I've got a few books back in the dorm that might be of interest to you," he added. "You're welcome to come check them out sometime."

"Summoning makes me nervous," Agnes confided. "I don't really like the idea of calling on something evil and then expecting it to follow your rules." Of course, Nanny Ogg did it fairly often, but then, if it came to a fight between Nanny and a demon, Agnes knew who she'd put her money on.

"But... The books would be nice. What room are you in? I'd love to stop by and see what you have."

Andrew nodded, not in agreement, but because he was nervous about the subject. "I'm in room 201, right next to the common room on the second floor," he explained. "And I'm pretty much always there." Again, he didn't elaborate on why.

"Directly underneath me," Agnes told him. "I'm in 401. I'll see you around, then, pretty soon."

She blushed as she realized that she'd just invited herself over to a boy's room. And Andrew was pretty cute. He's scrawny! And sweet. And funny-looking!

She blushed even more.

Andrew didn't notice the blushing. He wasn't particularly tunned into those signals from girls.

"Great! I love company," he said, smiling.

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