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Date: June 25, 2001
Time: Early Afternoon
Character(s) Involved: Charlotte and Dean Thomas and anyone that wishes to stop by
Where: Tresor Litteraire
Complete or Incomplete: Incomplete
Rating: PG ish

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[stebbinsthescot]

Stephen and Kelly Stebbins' celebration that day was two-fold. The next day would be the one-year anniversary of their marriage, and just a few days ago Kelly had graduated from Uni. With her newfound freedom from schoolwork, Stephen hoped that they would have more time together--and, perhaps, she could come to know the magical world more personally. He'd told her plenty second-hand, but there was little she'd actually experienced, and as a Muggle, she had a long way to go.

But when they walked through Diagon Alley together and Kelly's nausea from the side-along-apparation had worn off, the first thing she wanted to go in was a bookshop. Stephen had to laugh, but maybe she wanted to take things slowly. There'd be time for broomsticks and more whimsical things later.

He was still taking the mickey out of her when they entered, Kelly leading the way. "See?" Stephen said, sweeping his gaze over the place. "There's books."

Kelly stuck out her tongue at him, then went to the nearest table, looking over the merchandise. "It's appropriate. The first anniversary is called the Paper one, y'know."

"I know." His mother hadn't let him forget it. Stephen tried to hide a grin, thinking of the letter he had stashed away to give her at midnight. He watched Kelly, who was watching the moving picture on the cover of a book about dragons: a pod of Chinese Fireballs crouched on a mountaintop, their nostrils smoking. One flew among the clouds, drawing circles with its long body. Kelly was spellbound, watching the scene with an amazed smile.

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Charlotte wiped her hands, she was waiting for Dean to return with her lunch from across the street when the couple came in. She was tired, but she smiled anyway, "Bonjour, may I 'elp you find anyt'ing particular?" she asked, Socrates watching the couple with a cocked head, almost like he was confused for a moment.

She thought she recognized the man from the opening of the pub, but there had been so many people there that she wasn't sure if he had been there or not. Charlotte stayed close to the register, just watching the woman's reaction to the book, "Do you like dragons, madame?" she asked, knowing she had a sizable section, though that particular book was good for display, though the dragons in the picture tended to get a little pissy if the book was in direct sunlight for too long, looking more like a red tornado then lazily grumpy dragons.