As the two girls meandered through the shelves toward the front of the store Clara found herself wondering if this was how most people felt when talking to other people--relaxed and comfortable, rather than irritated or frustrated. It was a rather novel experience: she actually felt this interaction was going well. Smoothly. It made her feel...good. She wasn't worried about doing anything wrong.
"Oh, I read all sorts of things. I think you can learn just as much from fiction as you can from non-fiction. I'll read almost anything I can get my hands on--which in my family, is basically everything, from academic texts to fantasy novels."
They approached the counter at the front, and Clara set her books down on it, reaching for her pouch full of coins. She much preferred paper money, if only because it was easier to carry and keep track of.
"Well, I mostly only came here for some books. I was going to do my school shopping later on in the summer, this was just a quick stop. My mother is waiting on the muggle side, so I can't stay long." She paused for a second, considering the heavy stack of books she had accrued. "Although," she started, slightly sheepishly, "I may need some help carrying them back to the Leaky Cauldron."
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