'The Witches Library' was Cecilia's aunties self owned store at the end of Prim Street, west of Beacon Hills High. Unknown to the towns human inhabitants Beacon Hills was full of supernatural creatures, to them the store was merely another Wiccan advertisement with books full of false spells and vials of colored liquid. Cecilia had not so joyfully worked behind the counter of the anciently furnished store for the past three months since moving to town to live with her aunt.
Her only customers, who were fearfully mute, consisted of Dr Deaton (a calm man who was the towns finest and only veterinary) who visited on a regular basis and, a little old lady who liked to see the collection of candy truth potions.
Cecilia didn't mind the job, it was the lack of socialization that bothered her. To work in a nook of a store on her lonesome whilst her auntie was off somewhere wasn't as wonderful as she'd forethought. Normally Cecilia would spend her repetitive afternoon shifts reading through waist high stacks of fabric papered books or sorting through ancient scrolls in attempt to find the rarest spells, she hadn't a lot of friends and the one she had wasn't exactly paraded around as he was a talking fox.
~speaking of~
Leaping atop the stores counter Chester, the young witches loyal fox, shakes his rather furry head as he watches the floating books of the store re-stack themselves after having tumbled off their shelves in annoyance of not being read. "I dare say if a customer was to walk in, well, they'd have quite a shock."
Cecilia startled as the bright eyed fox made his presence known and, with hasted alarm she hisses, "Chester, what on Earth are you thinking, you can't be here!"
The fox only rolls his eyes at Cecilias' obtuse greeting and, with the air of royal cheek, he makes himself comfortable atop the warmth of the girls closed laptop. "In the unlikely event that you do have a customer I doubt, along with many things, that their puzzlement of having the company of a fox won't be as intruding as the levitating books my dear."
"The books? There's nothing wrong with- oh God, not again." Standing from the stool in which Cecilia had previously sat upon whilst carefully, and not so skillfully, filled uncorked tubes with a famously retched smelling potion, the girl scurries to collect the misbehaving books and place them back on their shelves. There's one more book, a feathered volume that takes great amusement in being just out of reach, when the door to the store jingles with the alert of a customer. To Cecilias great annoyance the book crashes to the floor, landing on her foot with a thump, she mutters how she so wishes she could sell the book and never have to deal with it again as she retrieves it from the floor and places it atop the other books- it wasn't the first, and not the last time, that its taken a liking to being a literal pain-.
The customer, a young man with wildly wind swept hair and a near pale complexion, entered the chandelier lit store with a mess of flailing limbs. Nodding when he meets Cecilias bemused attention he awkwardly raises his left hand for a lazy, bashful wave before stepping further into the store and clearing his throat as he briefly looks at the maze of books and scrolls and says, "hi." Smirking, Cecilia says, "hello," and returns to the the front desk as she adds, "windy out there, huh?"