Reading is FUN-damental

Brienne growled, then approached Marlowe from behind. She tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey you! I'll have you know that I can tell good from evil if I've been around them long enough. I've been around you for six years, forgot most of it but then I remembered", her pupils narrowed to near slits. "You just seem like the type to do that, the type to want to hurt the innocent. I should've known that you wouldn't use that book for good". Her ears pulled back, and she bared her canine teeth. However, she controlled herself (or managed to), and kept from punching this guy square in the face.

She looked really ferocious when she was wound up, and Marlowe felt a little ashamed of himself. Whatever had happened to not making fun of the less fortunate? Nevertheless, he raised an eyebrow. What could she possibly have remembered about him to make her think he intended to put Muggles & Magic to good (that is, bad) use?

"I was being facetious," he told her coldly, because if he didn't set her straight she was probably going to haul off and bite him.

"I'm sorry if you thought I get my jollies from cursing muggles. Nothing could be further from my mind. If you must know, I'm taking Dark Arts out of morbid curiosity."

"Oh, well, that's good then that you're not intending to harm or kill any muggles. Speaking of muggles, tonight I have to go to a dinner party being held a continent over in North America. It's to celebrate the acceptance of their eldest son into college. I have a gift for him and everything" Brienne said, "I know the brother of the guy, he's a wizard. Former Hogwarts student". She glanced over a series of books in the fiction section, they were sequels to Life Sciences. She picked up the next in the series and sat it down on a table.

"Good for you?"

Marlowe didn't know why she was telling him this. Maybe to flaunt her overseas connections; it wouldn't be the first time someone had brought up completely irrelevant drivel to do so.

He paid for his books and glanced toward the exit. She seemed to have kinda attached herself to him. He wondered if he'd be able to get away or if he'd be obliged to invite her to lunch.

Mentally, Marlowe sighed. Why did this always happen to him.

"Was there something else you wanted?" he asked. "Something, you know, personal?"

Brienne gulped, she kinda did want something. But this time, the guy was asking what it was.

"Well, I was wondering...if you..and I could..maybe go somewheres to lunch. To...you know...get to know each other better. Maybe we can become great friends, I mean this is the last year we're going to be in school together" Brienne said, "If there's a good time, it's this year. My last in Hogwarts". She smiled warmly, clutching the Life Sciences book in her arms.

She stepped up to the counter to pay for the book, then grabbed the other book and paid for that one too.

"You know, ever since I picked up these books, I've loved this series. The author writes pretty well".

"As friends," Marlowe repeated, just to make sure she was clear on that, "and you're paying for yourself."

He wasn't up for unrequited love, especially not from a werewolf. Not that he had anything against werewolves, but Brienne just wasn't his type and being a regular person wouldn't have made any difference.

He didn't want to talk about books. Sure, books were great for learning stuff and were a brilliant way to pass a rainy afternoon, but Marlowe didn't exactly ascribe to the brainy Ravenclaw stereotype.

"I'll have to read them sometime," he said, in the hopes it would shut her up. "Do you have any other hobbies?"

"Sure, I can pay my way" Brienne said. Her tail wagged and her ears pricked up. She got her books from the cashier who'd bagged them.

"Well, I like to paint, draw, sculpt, act, write, and I like sciences", Brienne smiled, "Of course, when I work I love listening to diverse types of music such as metal and techno." Sure, she was a blabbermouth, and quite talkative, she didn't know that the guy was irritated.