It was another typical day at his store, so that meant it was quiet with a few customers popping in here or there. It wasn’t super busy or anything, but it didn’t bother him. His shop was popular enough to be generating a steady income, and the goal wasn’t to get super rich or anything so he was plenty happy with what he was doing. He was shelving some new books when he heard the door open and looked over to see that it was a regular. Klaus had gotten to know most of his regulars by now, and so he actually knew her name, though she seemed to be kind of shy so they didn’t do a whole lot of talking.
“Hello Meredith,” he said with a smile at her and a wave. “Looking for something new to read?” he guessed, as she seemed to usually come into his store for books. Maybe she wasn’t really interested in muggle or wizard games, or maybe she was from a family that already used both and thus had enough that she didn’t want more.
It was nice to have somewhere in the magical world where Meredith could find books she actually knew. Sure, it was nice sometimes to find new books that were exclusive to the magical world, but she loved her classics as well. It helped her feel closer to home and chased away the homesickness that never fully went away even after so many years of having school away from her family. It closed the gap she sometimes felt between herself and her parents.
She'd come in the shop often enough since getting permission to visit the village that she knew the owner well enough by now. At least she knew his name. "Hi Klaus," she returned with a soft smile. "Aren't I always looking for something new to read?" Books were her escape and she could never get enough of them.
She greeted him then commented about always looking for a new book, he did suppose she had a point there. “I’m sure you’ve come in to replace a ruined favorite at least once over the years. In a school full of teenagers it would be a miracle if at least one of your books hadn’t been ruined beyond magical repair by mistake,” he pointed out with a slight smile. “Or perhaps to rebuy a book you forgot at home and didn’t want to owl a parent for,” he said with a shrug. Both were very good possibilities, and while he knew she was likely very careful with her books, he doubted everyone around her took the same amount of care with her things. Accidents happened, and while magic could work wonders with repairing broken things it wasn’t able to fix everything.
“Do you know what you’re looking for?” he asked her curiously. There were different aspects to fantasy after all, and perhaps she had something specific in mind or maybe she was simply just wanting something different. He could help either way if she wanted, or he supposed he could just leave her alone to browse while he played solitaire or something at the front desk. Always an option, not an exciting option, but it was there.
She had to admit that he had a point. Though she couldn't recall a time she'd done either of those things, years were a long span of time. Plenty of things got forgotten in them, so she very likely could have done exactly as he'd said. It wouldn't surprise her, with as many books as she had between her belongings at school and at home. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of them all. Perhaps she'd make a system for it once she was home again. That was probably a good idea for making sure she didn't lose any when she moved from home to go study as a healer.
"Do you have anything new with mythology?" she asked as her eyes roamed around her. It was a new fascination of hers, whether the book was factual -as factual as mythology could be- or fiction with aspects tied into it. It was probably a bit rude to be looking away from him as she spoke, but Meredith had found it helped her to be more confident in her words. If she couldn't see how they were taking it...
He wasn’t sure if she had come in to replace damaged or forgotten things before, but it was always possible. Still, if she wasn’t here for that it meant she was here for something new. That was fine, he always had new stuff. It was just a matter of finding out what she was looking for specifically in this case. Or perhaps she wasn’t looking for something specific and was instead looking for some sort of recommendation in an area or two. Hopefully she had something in mind as he was pretty sure he was out of things to recommend her at this point. He only had so much time to read, and their interests didn’t always align after all.
Anyway, she asked about mythology and he thought for a moment. “Greek or Norse?” he asked finally. Did it perhaps not matter? Both were considered mythology though, so he wanted to make sure he was looking for the right one first. He did suppose she could want both, but he would rather know that for sure.