Steely blue-grey eyes swept across the expanse of Flourish and Blott’s as the owner of said mercury orbs stepped over the threshold. With his bright blonde hair plaited down his back and a crisp white shirt hugging his gangly torso, a tie loosely hanging from his collar, Sevastian Luka Krum looked the picture of everything a Krum was meant to be. He’d not skipped on the sophistication though there was a casual air about him. A beautiful leather satchel hung off of a strap that sat across his shoulders, the contents of which was unknown even to him. It was bottomless and contained everything he’d ever need; though, in fashion typical of him, he was rather disorganised and so, therefore, was the satchel he so prized.
At the desk, one of the sales assistants was reading. Sevastian bit his lip and decided to dip into the shelves. He exhaled a breath of air he didn’t realise he’d been holding as he walked and wrung his hands together. Sevastian blew a piece of hair out of his eyes and slipped into a dustier part of the shop. Sevastian took a book off of the shelf and ran his long, ringed fingers down the plum-coloured spine. He smiled a little to himself and opened the book up. The smell of age hit his senses at once and Sevastian breathed in the beautiful smell. He exhaled contently and dropped his eyes to the page.
“Page one,” He said to himself.