Since Jalil had arrived, he'd caused much more of a fuss than he knew. Apparently, he was the reason behind breaking up a little family. Not that anyone had told him that, and thus, he remained ignorant of the things that were happening around him with Remus and Sirius and Harry -- he didn't even know who Harry was, and hadn't met Sirius (though they'd been living in the same house). He only really knew Remus in this town.. and he was fine with that. Because Jalil didn't plan on staying longer than it took for him to repay Remus for allowing him to stay in his home and for buying him some clothes
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It was a small shop. Cramped wasn't a fitting word for it, but it was no megastore. Several aisles of bookcases lined one against the other, walls stacked with volumes and trinkets for sale. The back left corner of the store housed all the antique books, and you weren't allowed to touch those. She remembered that rule.
Lost somewhere in the space between science and literature, River spotted a young man sitting at a table. She watched him, occasionally. Watched the drumming of his fingers and was uncannily reminded of the beat that had been inside the Master's head. He was counting them. She felt the rhythmic pattern here, reaching toward her like a string of triangles and circles in a meticulous row.
She nearly fell into the numeric melody of it, smiling curiously as she drew herself a book on South American Flowers followed by something on Earth history -- a tricky decision, but she was sure there had to be logic behind it. Those books in hand, she walked carefully toward the other man and took the chair opposite. Her smile
( ... )
Green eyes (it was odd, green eyes on a man with dark features like that - bright green, as well) looked up when he heard her pull the chair back and he looked over her a moment before looking back to her book. His fingers paused in their tapping, though they curled and he was no longer focusing on what he was reading. Now he was trying to stop the urge to start tapping them again. He needed to be counting something.
River canted her head sideways. The moment he stopped tapping, the rhythm broke, triangles and circles swirling around his head in a bumbling, disoriented mess. She didn't see them, of course; River didn't have synesthesia -- she just...felt their presence. Attached shapes to his brainwaves.
Which were right now very distressed.
"But you're not doin' that anymore either." She busied her hands in laying out the two books she'd brought side-by-side, and aligned together they made a flat surface. It had her scowling. "Flowers and history. How can there be the same amount of both?" Opaque eyes flickered up to his, expecting him to have the answer.
The jingle-jangle of the expected bell made James wince. He had drank too much last night, which is saying something considering the fact that he drank almost every night nowadays. But as damn strange as it was, a new book was James's fallback hangover cure. And it had to be his own book, not a borrowed thing from the library. He didn't know what he wanted, but he needed something, goddamnit, and hopefully without a lot of fuss.
"Comfortable for whom?" River grumbled, getting to her feet and brushing the wrinkles from her dress. She stacked the books neatly atop one another and handed them mutely back to Moira.
"I'm not wanted."
Brushing past the girl, she started moving toward the door and halted by a tall, blonde man standing in the door. "Dear. In everyone's way..."
James blinked, lookin' down all of a sudden, then regrettin' the quick action. "Damnit," he muttered, clenching his fists at the dull, steady pain and at hisself fer drinking so damn much last night.
"'Cuse me," he said a bit louder, stepping more inta the shop and outta the girl's way.
Jalil smiled some (that meant his lips didn't purse quite as tightly as they had been) and released her hand after they shook. "There was an earthquake?" Asked, but then he nodded some and watched as River handed her pile of books to the woman working there.
"I would appreciate an application." Affirmed with a nod, and he turned his head some to watch as the odd girl headed for the exit of the bookstore. Well. That got that out of his hair... for now. He also noticed the taller, blonde man and watched him a moment before turning his attention back on Moria.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble." Look who had manners when he wanted them!
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Lost somewhere in the space between science and literature, River spotted a young man sitting at a table. She watched him, occasionally. Watched the drumming of his fingers and was uncannily reminded of the beat that had been inside the Master's head. He was counting them. She felt the rhythmic pattern here, reaching toward her like a string of triangles and circles in a meticulous row.
She nearly fell into the numeric melody of it, smiling curiously as she drew herself a book on South American Flowers followed by something on Earth history -- a tricky decision, but she was sure there had to be logic behind it. Those books in hand, she walked carefully toward the other man and took the chair opposite. Her smile ( ... )
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"And here I thought I was just reading."
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Which were right now very distressed.
"But you're not doin' that anymore either." She busied her hands in laying out the two books she'd brought side-by-side, and aligned together they made a flat surface. It had her scowling. "Flowers and history. How can there be the same amount of both?" Opaque eyes flickered up to his, expecting him to have the answer.
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God damn, his head hurt.
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"I'm not wanted."
Brushing past the girl, she started moving toward the door and halted by a tall, blonde man standing in the door. "Dear. In everyone's way..."
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"'Cuse me," he said a bit louder, stepping more inta the shop and outta the girl's way.
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"I would appreciate an application." Affirmed with a nod, and he turned his head some to watch as the odd girl headed for the exit of the bookstore. Well. That got that out of his hair... for now. He also noticed the taller, blonde man and watched him a moment before turning his attention back on Moria.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble." Look who had manners when he wanted them!
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