Remus Lupin slowly scanned the aging bookshelves completely enthralled. Merlin's balls, this little shop is amazing! The amount of first editions this Muggle had was staggering…

Remus' heart skipped a beat when he came across a particular Wilde. He raised a hand to his lips and wiped away a bit of drool that threatened to escape the corner of his mouth. The Wilde was obscenely priced – it would cost him his entire life savings and the money Dumbledore had given him when he left Hogwarts to afford the book.

But it was worth it.

Remus was fairly confident that he could haggle with the owner to bring the price down a little; he was an expert at haggling. He had done so for many years to survive in between jobs.

The owner wasn't a particularly friendly fellow. Those strange – almost… ethereal - grey eyes hadn't stopped watching him since he first stepped foot inside the dusty little second-hand bookshop. His glowering from behind the front counter was making Remus feel slightly uncomfortable and twitchy. Every time he had reached forward to take a book off of a shelf, the man made a sharp, irritated cough.

"Angel, just kick thebloody human out and have done with it!" an irritated voice suddenly called out from the back.

Remus paused in creeping horror... The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and a cold, sickening sensation that he soon recognised as utter fear coursed through his veins.

Instinct told him to leave immediately; there was something not quite right with these humans – if they were indeed human at all, which Remus was beginning to seriously now doubt.

As the door slammed shut behind him as he fled the store, Remus just barely heard the owner's exasperated voice say, "Crowley, my dear, is that language really necessary?"