Author's note: Heyo! Feel free to rip this apart! I'm specifically looking for help with character voice, tone, and description, but any and all help is welcome. Thank you so much!
The familiar bell chimed softly from the door. Emelia gazed up from her thick tome with heavy eyelids, adjusting her glasses in order to see the new customer who had walked in. She had initially suspected one of her regulars — perhaps one of the trench-coated mages or even the young sorcerers she had taken under her wing — but instead she was greeted with a new, bright young woman.
The light green jacket did compliment her dark skin.
Curiosity and excitement tickled at Emelia’s brain as she turned the top paper for the gold-to-dollar pamphlet upside down, promoting reading instead of proper exchange rates. At the same time, she pulled her wand out of her sleeve and quickly cast a few charms to stop the shadows on the wall from dancing. She was uncertain of this new woman being a magic user, but it was better safe than sorry.
“Welcome to The Alchemist’s Bookshop, miss!” Emelia tipped her droopy wizard’s hat in the new customer’s direction, then waved. “If you need anything, then I’ll be happy to assist.” She recalled the years of studying under Klaxius, watching as he would always greet new folks (non-magical folks) with a smile. She wondered if she could echo his grace onto her expression.
Probably not.
“Oh, hello!” The woman ran her hand through her hair and gave a strained smile. “I was just wondering if you had any books on gardening? I was going to check Barnes and Noble, but I saw this new indie bookstore and figured y’all could use some support. One of my friends recommended this place…”
“Of course, miss. We here at The Alchemist’s Bookshop carry every single book that you may need! I’ve read them all, so I’m happy to assist.” Emelia quickly managed to recall that she probably wouldn’t end up seeing the sorcerer children again, given that the shop had managed to transport itself to Elmset, Ohio instead of staying back in New York City where the magical community was thriving. Regret weighed down on her conscious like a sack of bricks, yet she whispered a quick spell under her breath and managed to attain a reprieve from her emotional state.
Klaxius’s warnings of using magic to cover up her true feelings bounced around in her head for a little bit, but then she quickly dismissed his drivel with another mumbled spell
Closing the cover to the tome — Curses and You! — she set it under her desk and then pulled out the enchanted tablet. “What specific plant care do you need? General books on gardening? Or do you need books on particular kinds of plants?”
Emelia looked toward the small aloe vera plant that danced on her desk, patted to quiet it, and then returned her attention to the customer at hand.
The woman stopped meandering by the door, walking towards the front desk with a rushed sort of purpose. That didn’t stop Emelia from noticing the gold sheen of makeup dusting her face and how perfectly her bun had been pulled up.
Emelia’s heart quickened.
This time, she tried for channeled magic. Pressing her wand to the inside of her wrist, she focused on a strong spell to repress any sort of wry emotional reactions and felt the cool relief ease into her general aura and rhythm.
“I’m mostly looking for perhaps some obscure books about gardening? I’m living in my great grandmama’s house on the outskirts of town and things are pretty… weird there. If you get what I’m saying.” The woman leaned onto the desk and smiled down at Emelia with a gap in between her teeth. “I’m Sarah, by the way. Sarah Anderson.”
Not an especially magical name, but that doesn’t necessarily rule her out. “I’m Emelia Oliva. Nice to meet you.”
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“This is Ms. Oliva from The Alchemist’s Bookshop speaking. How can I help you?”
“Oh! Hi! Were you the clerk that I spoke to about two weeks ago? I was wondering about the book you gave me. Gardens, Wildlife, and Other Oddities? You see, some of the passages are really, well, downright strange. I know y’all are themed after the magical sort of stuff, but I didn’t think that any sort of non-fiction book would talk about, y’know…”
A broom and dustpan clanged happily along the floor, sweeping up dust particles. Emelia covered the receiver of the rotary phone, shot a quick spell, and the animated objects lost all sense of life.
The one good thing about it being Wednesday evening (and living in a new city with a lacking magical community) was all of the cleaning and reorganizing she could get done within the shop. There were no worries about her magical energies mucking up the day of some wizened wizard or scaring to death any regular people.
Sometimes, she wondered why Klaxius wanted the shop to be open to magical and non-magical people alike. Everything would be so much easier if it had been one or the other.
“Ma’am, I’m so, so sorry about that. If you return the book to the store, then I'd be happy to give you a full refund. Perhaps some of our promotional books got mixed in with gardening stock.”
Sarah’s laugh was unlike any Emelia had ever heard before. Soft and light, compare to the maniacal and harsh laugh of Klaxius. “Pardon me for not believin’ you, but this book was written a tad too seriously for me to believe that it was just promotional materials.”
Emelia shifted in her worn leather seat a little bit, cast a quick spell to calm her emotions, then put on the best voice she had. “What can I say? I’m dedicated.” Lilac magic tickled through her veins.
Was Sarah a witch? Was Sarah a sorceress? Did Sarah have magical friends? A few more questions tried to edge around the filing cabinets inside of her brain, but they were held back by the spell.
The other end of the line was silent for a few moments. Emelia briefly, lazily, wondered if she had misfired the spell and calmed the electrical connection, but then Sarah’s voice reappeared in all of her southern charm. “You wrote this book?” The bemused undertones didn’t hide the threatening disbelief ready to burst through.
Emelia tried to quickly recount the last time she had read the book — oh blessed heavens, it had been well over two decades — cursing herself for forgetting the section on magical oddities in addition to general gardening mishaps, but the tired magic lulled her thoughts to dullness. “Yes, miss! I write all of the promotional material! It’s a fun hobby of mine.”
“You must love gardenin’! The book was really helpful until it got to the parton unicorn blood. It’s really so funny to put real information in with the fake. I say! How about you come over to my house this weekend and help save my dying plants?”
“Of course, miss.”
“Call me Sarah. Now here, I’ll give you my address and you can stop on over around 4pm on Saturday? Will you be off work then?”
“Yes, Sarah. Of course. I’ll always make time to help a customer.” Emelia watched as the enchanted pen dragged itself over an open notepad, ready and waiting for the address to be stated. “I’ll close up the shop and—“
“Perfect!” Sarah started to rattle off her address and all Emelia could do was just sit and listen to the lovely southern drawl.
When the phone call finally ended with a click, Emelia clapped twice for the lights to switch off, and then she rest her head down against the cool desk. Klaxius, what is even happening in my life?
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