who? @augustcavaliere
where? fantasmagoria books
It's rather easy to avoid the supernatural community if one knew how, and despite not knowing herself outside of what she had been told, Yurena still remembered all the knowledge she had gathered. There were no memories of the parents she had been told she had, no acknowledgment on her thoughts of the mentor she supposedly followed, nothing but vague feelings about things and places and faces. But there was knowledge. Knowledge and money and power. The only things she had, beside herself. She did not recall if there were any bonds she would die for aside from her coven, nothing aside the deep and engulfing truth that if there were any of the sort, she would die for them. It's an odd combination, the certainty she has that she would never have harmed her coven, confronted with the reality that seemingly, she was the only survivor.
It is a thought that haunts her, sows shadows in her mind. She would rather avoid it altogether, and so she does, avoiding the supernatural community and anyone who would know her with it. Yurena has no desire for empty platitudes, or to be subjected to even more suspicion and interrogations, when she is aware she knows nothing of what they ask her. And, rather, she has much more entertaining things to be haunted by.
The book nearest to her groans as if to agree with her thoughts, and she feels a smile spread through her lips as she pats it thoughtfully and continues shelving the newest haul. Who knew people would be willing to gift her haunted books if she only pointed out they were super haunted? Not her, not at all.
The bell on top of the front door chimes, letting her know there is a costumer and she sighs, letting a final book fall in place and calls out from where she is hidden within the stacks.
"I will be right there!" With another look at the books around her, she rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue, letting her magic flow free and arrange the books to it's liking. As she does that, she moves out of the stacks, frowning when she realizes that hers is not the only magic on the air.
"If you are from the Senate, please exit the premises before the door hits your ass on the way out," she comments idly, exiting the stacks only to freeze for a second at the way her emotions surge as she takes in the man's almost face. Augie, something echoes but the name it's there a second and gone the next. The feelings remain, sitting on her chest even as her expression never changes and she moves without any other sign of the hesitation she is feeling, until she is behind the counter and examining him with a expression that she forces to be mildly disinterested. "And if you aren't, I only sell the books to people I know can handle them. I don't want marshals knocking if I give them to someone who can't handle them and someone ends up dead."
