With a Flourish [open]
Arthur had been so engrossed in what he was doing that he hardly noticed when the familiar bell of a voice drifted towards him. He looked up and dropped the copy of The Werewitch, the dust jacket of which he had been reading to figure out exactly what a werewitch was. His hands opened and closed awkwardly as he inwardly kicked himsef for being so clumbsy.
"Hello, you," he said kindly after he had picked up the book and placed it on the shelf. "You know, that sounds excellent. Charlie has a real fascination with dragons and, luckily for us, I don't think we have to worry about him growing his own dragon scales until he figures his way around a wand, at the very least," he laughed lightly and looked up at her. "'S everyting alrght? You seem a little distant."