FINGERS ARE CAREFUL, HOLDING A hard cover book as she stares at it with earnest contemplation. few who pass her in the store give peculiar looks at the saint standing in silence, staring at it with too much thought. studies, how she loathed them so---frustrations already began to pile in her mind at the thought of them. and yet it was not for her own benefit which she stares strangely intent upon the written article of magic in her grasp. yet another internal debate if the boy would appreciate the contents. had it not been for the notice of familiar features glancing her way, perhaps the scene itself might have prolonged itself far more than needed. lavender eyes lift to see the very person who she had been shopping for... or so she had predictably mistaken. ❝ Alphinaud... ? ❞ arms instantly press the book to her chest in order to conceal it in a split second.