Hours later the employee of the Second-Hand Bookshop went to go close up for the night when she heard a sneeze. She froze, thinking no one was here. The lady pulled out her worn, but beloved wand and quietly walked towards were she thought she heard the noise. Rounding the corner of a particularly tall bookshelf, she saw four tall stacks of books. Dacha going past her hips. The strange thing is, they seemed to be organized. The witch, now more baffled than scared, poked her head around the books. She saw a golden head in an oversized book. They boy's hair seemed to dull her own shiny blonde hair. His bright gold hair seems to even rival the sun, it looked like pure spun gold that has been braided over a bright red coat. A Gryffindor, if she had to guess. The boy was sitting on the floor, despite there being a nice table with squishy chairs not a foot away. He was leaning against the stone walls of the cozy shop, seemingly completely engrossed in his book.

"Hello? Sir, we're closing." Despite the seemingly nonthreatening costumer, she still took the cautious route. Strange things have been happening lately, no matter what the Ministry were saying. The boy twitched but that was it. The employee was a bit startled about the blunt rudeness and how he blatantly ignored her. Nevertheless, she had to get home before her mother started to worry, plus there was a new book that just came out that she wants to start before dinner.

"Sir! We are closing, you have to leave!" she said louder, while walking closer. The boy jumped, making her feel slightly bad, for he must of not heard her the first time. He turned around, slightly face and looked at her. When she saw his eyes that looked like molten gold, she backed away, startled. The employee wondered if he was truly human. His hair, eyes and skin complexion made him seem otherworldly. Maybe he is a male veela. After all no one knows what they look like. If the rumors are true, he could be a werewolf, although from what she has read, werewolves don't actually have yellow eyes and it would be a shame to call his eyes yellow when they are pure gold. He also looks way to healthy for a werewolf. The shop keeper decided to keep with her original guess of him being a male veela and filed away all of his characteristics to possibly write her first article about.

"Sorry lady, I didn't notice." Seeing the shocked look on her face he added, "I'll put these books back in the right place, don't worry." Misjudging why she looked shocked.

"Um, thanks. I'll just be at the front desk if you need me." She said, slowly walking away, mystified at what she just witnessed. It was around fifteen minutes later that the strange costumer came to the front desk with three books and a question. The books were 'Hogwarts, a History', 'All About The Chosen One' and 'Magical and Muggle Currency'.

"Do you know how I could get in touch with this Albus Dumbledore person? He still is the headmaster of Hogwarts, is he not?" Edward asked the dazed lady.

"Umm, yes he is. The headmaster of Hogwarts, that is. You could always try owling him. He may be swarmed with letters though, as school will be starting soon." She replied a little baffled and flustered. His golden gaze a slightly distracting. "May I ask why you are trying to get in contact with him?"

"I'm planning on joining Hogwarts this year," Edward said matter-of-factly.

"You are? Why so late? Your total will be four galleons three sickles and a knut."

"I was home schooled until recently, I've heard great things about Hogwarts. Here you go."

With that, the strangest customer she has ever had left the building, leaving behind a small indent in the wall that he was sitting against.