theyoungestblack·:
location: Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts status: open
For the last few days, Regulus had done little else besides reading over new potion books that came from Russia. There were a few that were more complex than others, but Regulus had put himself at arms distance at work as he glossed over the ingredients. Russian was one of the languages that gave him trouble still which led him to the bookshop in Diagon Alley. Regulus wouldn’t admit to those who created foot traffic in Knockturn Alley, but he always did prefer Diagon Alley. It was brighter and had more life. Regulus could get lost in the shops in Knockturn Alley for days but there was a certain optimism blended in between each step he took outside of it. The bookshop was crowded floor to ceiling with titles that ranged over histories. When he found the right section, Regulus began to pull books out that read vaguely what he was searching for. The shelves were shoved in a way that created a labyrinth in such a small shop, which led him in the steer path of another. “I am so sorry,” Regulus began hastily, collecting the books that fumbled to the ground due to his lose of concentration. He knew it was better to use his own hands to hold the books, but he had come for at least ten texts and only had two hands. As he knelt to the ground to collect his books, his hands ran over the title that wasn’t in his grasp before. “Were you thinking of reading this one? That’s a hard one to find, but I read it once before. I think you’ll find it quite interesting.”
She often frequented every bookshop from hogsmeade to diagon alley. Isla could spend hours getting lost among the titles and reviewing the cover art. Today had been no different. As she got lost in the books she had barely noticed the falling of the stories around her or the man that had seemed to appear out of nowhere. She too bent down and started to distinguish hers from his separating them into piles. It was only then she made the recognition of Regulus Black. “I was considering it.” Isla looked at the book her head tilting to the side. “I’m struggling to find something captivating enough. I feel like I’ve read every good book in this place.” Isla was a self proclaimed book snob. The girl could tell if a book could hold her interest or was worth the read from the first page.

















