location: flourish and blotts status: open to all!
Wendy had always found solace in a room full of books. When she'd been at school and felt homesick, she had often found herself lingering in the library long past the other students. Even as an adult, she would retreat to a bookstore or a library when she needed a quiet place to think and get her mind in order.
Which was why she had sought out Flourish and Blotts that morning. She'd had a less-than-satisfactory conversation with her editor, and had been able to maintain her dignity long enough to retreat from the office and go to her happy place. She'd found a quiet spot in a dusty, disused corner of the shop and leaned against the shelf behind her, tipping her head back and breathing in the smell of ink and paper. "Get it together, Slinkhard," she muttered to herself, shutting her eyes, only to jerk them open again when she heard a sound from nearby.
"Please tell me you didn't just hear me talking to myself," she groaned to whoever was there, face flaming red in embarrassment.
Gideon chuckled, putting his hand on his heart, trying his best to reassure the woman in front of him as she seemed quite embarrassed by the whole situation. He did not want to make it worse. "I have no idea what you mean, I've not heard anything. I was just thinking how quiet it was."
















