AN: Chapter twenty-three!
Before the pair set off, however, Fakir read the papers explaining the rights Drosselmeyer had obtained (and Fakir inherited) as a shareholder of Flourish and Blotts. In short, the bookstore was required to stock and sell any of stories he wrote, and also (more usefully) to give him discounts on the books he bought. Fakir smirked predatorily. That's very convenient.
Ahiru nestled in his satchel, Fakir made his way to the bookstore to begin his mission. He was going to spend his summer days researching, alternating between buying books at the store and reading them in his room. If only there were a library, though. It's always better to study in a library…
He burst into the bookstore, marching directly to the sales desk.
"I want to speak to the manager," the writer ordered, startling the clerk.
"B-but–"
Fakir brandished his contract and glowered at the unfortunate clerk.
"Now."
AN: Not on hiatus! Updates will just be inconsistent, unfortunately.
See you next update! Same duck-time, same duck-channel!