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Bookshop.
It's week two, and there is a steady rhythm to the people that come and go from the bookshop where Inara has found herself so recently. Sometimes Ivy has her behind the register. That isn't the part that entertains her though.
Watching people. Seeing what books they go for, what stationary supplies they need, what quills and inkpots and everything else they might be looking for appeals to them before they even realize what it is they want. That is why, among other things, Inara can be a very convincing salesperson.
While Ivy is in the stockroom behind the counter wrangling their copies of The Book of Flying Creatures from taking off out the window, Inara is balancing the ledger from the morning in an otherwise empty storefront.
Watching people. Seeing what books they go for, what stationary supplies they need, what quills and inkpots and everything else they might be looking for appeals to them before they even realize what it is they want. That is why, among other things, Inara can be a very convincing salesperson.
While Ivy is in the stockroom behind the counter wrangling their copies of The Book of Flying Creatures from taking off out the window, Inara is balancing the ledger from the morning in an otherwise empty storefront.
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Inara pulls out some spare parchment and hands over the quill and inkpot she'd been using earlier - green ink for money, Ivy likes to joke.
"And let me know of any special orders I can place for equipment or other materials as well, Professor...?"
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"Gone are the days when you'd need to get a new quill for each of Binns' essays."
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It's offered more to herself and the parchment while Inara watches Leah write than directly to Leah's face.
"Forgive me for not recognizing you more quickly. It has been some time."
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She looks up, with one eye, while writing. "Quidditch, or... no, Inara, right?"
The quill goes down and she grins. "How's it going?"
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"How has year two started? Sokka was by earlier; he mentioned you teaching at the school."
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"Merlin's beard, the second year is so much easier than the first. The first years are too new to ask 'what happened to your face?' questions and all the rumour management is handled by the upper years. I get to actually work on curriculum this year."
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By making it up as she went. That's how Leah does everything.
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Inara had hers, in her way. Most of them just liked how diligent Inara was.
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"You say that, but then you grow up nd relise tht teachers are supposed to be on everyone's side. Then you teach for a year and realise that's harder than it looks."
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Even getting the sentence out is impossible; Inara's already laughing behind one hand.
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Inara's mouth twists as though trying to remember one of Leah's goblin rebellions. "But then, Hogsmeade is a rather lovely draw."
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"She must've heard I was settling down in a proper job and couldn't bear to let me be respectable on my own," she says cheerfully. "We came as a matched pair in school, why change that?"
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:D?
"I'm sure stories from the school keep the town afloat with gossip and adventures."
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During this time, since handing over the list, her eyes have been wadnering, and now she crosses over to one of the bookshelves and brings down a book called Did Zhuge Liang Invent Quidditch? The Truth Behind the Rumours.
"This looks good for a laugh. How much do I owe you?"
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A loud squawk and a victorious Ah ha! comes from the back and Inara sputters a laugh while she reaches on a shelf behind the counter to grab a small muslin pouch for Leah's purchase.
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