A couple of books under his arm, Xavier swerved his way through Knockturn Alley. This time he had slipped away from his mother, when she had turned to look at something. She usually lost him, so he did not see why there would be a problem. He told Aaron that he would look after his books, and return them when he could, so when his mother had commented they were going out, he'd scrambled to get them and hide them under his cloak.
Kicking the snow off his shoes, and with his arms full, he used his feet to push open the door to Borgin and Burkes, moving his way inside. It was a lot nicer in here, now that he was out of the snow and the wind. Though this weather was a lot better than the summer. He really didn't like the sun. "I have your books," he announced.
Aaron knew almost immediately after the words it was Xavier, so he stopped what he was doing in the back room and came into the shop behind his counter. "Stop," he requested firmly. He raised his hand, muttered a few words and gave a few waves of his wand, and waited as the snow on the boy slowly evaporated. "Don't need you tracking that in here.
"Come, I have new books for you." He set his wand down on the counter and retrieved from beneath it a box of books. Some were tales of adventures and chaos, fine story-telling for children as well as young adults; others were informative, books on the magical world, books on Hogwarts, and a book on vampires. He set the box on a chair so that Xavier could more easily peer into its contents.
"Pick a few. The less you have, the easier they'll be to hide from your mother." Aaron nearly cringed at mentioning Xavier's mother, but he maintained his composure just as he had maintained his tone of voice.
Stop? What had he done? He'd only just walked into the shop. But he stopped all the same, eyeing the wand in Aaron's hand. Oh, he was dry now. That was nice. "That's a useful spell," he stated. Maybe he could learn that one - well, once he had a wand, and could do magic that is.
New books? His eyes lit up. New books were always really exciting. He had tired of the books at home - well the ones that he could get his hands on. Though he was getting better at sneaking, so he'd be able to grab the ones that his mother tried to keep away from him, and read those soon.
Placing the books that he had brought in with him onto the bench - with involved a little bit of tippy toes, he then turned his attention into the box of books. "Thank you," he said, glancing back up at Aaron for a moment, and flashing him a smile. It was nice that he picked out these books for him, because he knew he liked them. "I'll make sure they stay hidden." Cloaks were good for more than just blocking out the sun.
Aaron agreed with a simple nod of his head and moved aside to give Xavier plenty of room to maneuver. Seeing Xavier smile...it almost made Aaron feel a bit at ease, but seeing Xavier at all reminded him of terrible atrocities thought ought never to have occurred.
"You're welcome," he said quietly but honestly. "Where has your mother gone today?"
Aaron grabbed something that he could do from where he was standing--polishing a lizard-shaped broach, as it were. He kept his eyes on the object in his hands, lest he make one wrong move and curse himself into oblivion.
Xavier eyed the box of books, how was he going to decide which ones that he wanted to take with him to read? He wanted all of them, but that couldn't happen. He was just going to have to make his way through it.
At the question, he glanced back up at Aaron and then shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I slipped away from her when she was just walking down the street." Which might make finding her again a little harder, but he would manage. He always did. "What are you holding?"
Aaron bit his tongue about Xavier's mother, just as he always did when Xavier said almost anything about his mother, but he answered the question easily: "This object is a broach, and one wrong prick could put the person into a deep sleep."
It was a bit of a gag, really, because it relied on the wearer to make a mistake. It was perfectly possible for someone to wear it without ever being cursed.
Xavier tilted his head to the side, eyeing the broach. "Like the spinning wheel in Sleeping Beauty," he said, thinking back to the story. It had been in one of the collections that Aaron had let him borrow and read. He liked fairy tales. "Is it possible for them to wake up from the sleep?" Did every type of magic have a way for it to be reversed?
"A little like, yes," Aaron said. He was pleased by Xavier's connection and even gave him a small, brief smile, gone as quickly as it had appeared. "Unfortunately, I have yet to discover how to reverse the effects of this particular curse. I suppose a trip to St. Mungo's might yield an answer--after all, they're far more equipped to handle counter curses."
He had only recently acquired the item, and while he was familiar with the idea of the curse it bore, similar curses were sometimes unique enough from one another to prevent replicability.
Although Aaron's smile had been quick, Xavier smiled back. He'd been right! He liked being right. St Mungos? "St Mungos? Is that a hospital?" he asked, sounding a little uncertain. He didn't like not knowing things. This was a little bit back and forth. "Should you be selling things that you don't know how to reverse?" he questioned. "That seems important."