3rd Book || Open for Business || [OPEN]

[manicuredangel]

Who: manicuredangel and you~!
What: Aziraphale's bookshop is open for business!
When: All day
Where: Aziraphale's Bookshop
Warnings: None?

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Sorry this is so late!

[stagsalot]

After his somewhat successful, but not-at-all stealthy attempt to gain access to the quidditch pitch, James decided that any further escapades would likely need a bit of help in the planning department. He knew, of course, what he planned to do, but writing it himself...

That was going to be something of a problem.

So, taking the advice he'd gotten from the guide, he approached the counter with a bit of trepidation. "I'm looking for that bloke; Ezra Fell."

No worries, darling. XD

[manicuredangel]

The angel looked up from the book he was reading to see a face he recognized from the guide about a week ago. He smiles a bit, glad that the person before him wasn't a threat to his books (at the moment, at least).

"Mr. Potter. I've been rather expecting you."

<3

[stagsalot]

The things James has done to books in the past could make anyone blush, but that's neither here nor there. He fidgets slightly; bookstores had always given him something of a nervous tic.

"I hope I'm rather living up to that expectation." It wasn't the smoothest of covers, but it would have to do.

[manicuredangel]

While the angel seemed to be a bit less observant than his demon counterpart, he was able to pick up his discomfort.

"Would you like some tea?"

He absentmindedly waved his hand at the entrance to the shop, locking the door and flipping the open sign to read "Closed".

[stagsalot]

"In a bookstore? You do that?" That wasn't to say he was averse to the idea at all, quite the opposite, but his experience with places like these hadn't ever extended to the "with a cafe inside" sort of deal. It's enough to calm him down. A little. It can't be half-bad if a bloke's offering tea, right?

"Um. I mean, sure. Thanks."

[manicuredangel]

He chuckled lightly, making his way from behind the counter.

"Well, not exactly. At least, it's not something I typically do for people trying to buy my books. You just seem a touch uncomfortable and the best way to counteract that is with a good cup of tea, wouldn't you say?"

He led the way into his cozy little back room. Oh, certainly there was the wall of books that seemed to be far more important than the rest of the ones in the shop somehow, but there was also a kitchenette, a cozy table with three chairs, and a threadbare tartan couch. The angel set his old cast iron tea kettle on the stove to boil. It was clear the kettle had quite a bit of use over the years, but was well loved

[stagsalot]

"Sounds brilliant," he said, giving the small back room a look over. It was homey and well-broken in, and James could tell this 'Erza Fell' chap was on the good side of alright. Unless he was packing some serious dark magic under all the good-natured facade, but James doubted it. (You could tell those sorts of things, you know.)

Taking a seat at the table, he turns his focus to Aziraphale. "Been doing this long, then? The bookstore gig?"

[manicuredangel]

The angel chuckled, fixing up some things for tea. Cream and sugar made it's way onto the table as well as two teacups and a small platter of biscuits.

"Well, the shop has been in Soho for many centuries. I'd say that London sort of grew up around it. Myself? Well, I've been doing it for quite some time."

[stagsalot]

"Soho? So you mean Muggle--er proper London, then?" With the new information, James wasn't totally convinced that this had been the right avenue at all. But he'd already committed himself to this, and it couldn't hurt to indulge it, right?

[manicuredangel]

Muggle? That was an interesting term. His brow arched. There was something different about this young man, so Aziraphale opted to open up a bit more.

"I'm sorry. I've been rather vague with you, like I usually am when speaking with humans I don't know. Old habits die hard, you know?"

[stagsalot]

James had been fully preparing to retort, but the statement stopped him short, and he was left gaping. He shook it off quickly, and stuttered out. "I-I'm sorry, but...you're not human?"

He certainly looked it well enough.

[manicuredangel]

The kettle was finally ready, so he poured the hot water into the waiting teapot filled with loose, full leaf chai (the only way to have tea, in his opinion).

"No, I'm not. I am indeed man-shaped, but I'm actually an angel."

[stagsalot]

And once again, his mouth dropped open. This was positively mad. Impossible, even. Wasn't it? "Can I see?"

[manicuredangel]

He blinked, a bit taken aback by the question.

"I'm sorry?"

[stagsalot]

"Well, if you're an angel, you have wings, right?" He'd at least paid some kind of attention in school. Not much, but something like this had to be common sense.

[manicuredangel]

"Oh... Er..."

He looked a bit embarrassed by the request.

"I... I'm sorry, but I'll have to remove my shirt..."

He started unbuttoning his shirt, looking more and more embarrassed as he went.