The Magic Box, Friday

[abitlowkey]

There was a magpie on one of shelves of the store this morning. It was watching the door as it's master sat in the middle of the book section, reading volume after volume since he'd oh so handwavily and with permission arrived late the night prior. It wasn't theft as the books were being placed back on the shelf once he was done with them, so clearly no one would have a problem with this, right?

Right.

He'd leave after the next book. Or the one after that. Or... look, he'd leave eventually.

[To be caught by a certain Wiccan! The Whedon-y one.]]