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*rummages under the bar*

This the one, Mr. Fell? *holds up red book*

Aha, dear boy, you are a genius!

Er, and also I clean the pub every night. *holds up Lost And Found box*

Well, I'm really quite fascinated with Shaw's descriptions of the actors he associated with- a few of them came into the bookshop on occasion, you know. So I very much appreciate my book's return.

He's all right, for a Muggle. Can't say as any wizards have done anything better, anyhow, cept for that Shakespeare bloke.

Oh my, yes. He really did have his moments, didn't he?

I'm afraid my collection is deplorably lacking in wizarding books- this is, after all, a... what was it? *muggle* bookshop. I have a few in my personal collection, but...

Do you have any reccomendations for me?

Oh, well, there's Shakespeare's Wizarding Plays, of course. That's a good starter. And er, well, there was a Wizard working with the Provincetown players for a while but that's 20th century so probably not early enough to interest you...

Tell me, have you read Hogwarts, A History?

::waves dreamily to Sirius on her way out::

Tom Riddle transfigured his spoon into my snake, if you miss a spoon later. Anthy is really a Queen, and your dog -- how fares the black lion-dog? -- has let his summer coat fly all over your shirt.

Good evening, sir. Be... safe.

Oh, he's always shedding on me. *brushes shirt vainly*

Thanks for the warning. So long as you keep the snake from running around wild, I doubt we'll miss the spoon, Ma'am.

*shy smile*

That man there is green as water-weed and that one, dead things keep dropping from his garments and he's got a plague-sore on his hand, does he know? And I think Crowley is trying to tempt Aziraphale. You know, into doing things...

::smiles shyly back:: I wondered if you had my cloak in that box of lost things, I mislaid it when I went to put on the trousers, and I don't want my snake to fall ill.

Afraid not, miss, but I'm sure I could find you one if you needed -- there's almost always some left on the pegs at the end of the night....

*Sneaks in, carefully replaces more permanent, identical snake in Kassandra's arms when she's not looking, Transfigures less permanent snake back into a spoon, sneaks back out after looking round for Door and not seeing her*

A-ha. I knew you'd loosse ssomething eventually.

*smug expression*

Unless you have something more constructive to say I suggest you either assist in my search or buy me enough alcohol that I won't care.

Or one drink. A drink would do nicely.

In my inessteemable cunningnesss, I nicked the bottle of abssinthe when I did a runner on Lady Luck.

*pours*

Aziraphale, I have to assk: how iss it you can sstand to sstay in your human form all the time? Doess the itching not drive you fucking inssane?

No comment about martyrs and hair shirts? Thank you, Crowley.

I suppose I'm comfortable, after so long. This form feels more ~~like me~~ ... um, comfortable. Besides, I'd rather not blind anyone. Or make anyone uncomfortable, and watch how they behave. I do so hate it when that happens. Itchy wings aren't nearly so uncomfortable as being *stared* at.

Perhaps I'll change later, when people are more ~~drunk~~ relaxed.

D'you think... am I making people uncomfortable, looking like thiss?

*looks around interestedly*

I don't know. People seem to react better to demons and such, in any case. I'd much rather people reacted to me as a somewhat ineffectual and bland bookseller than as a representative of God.

Well, mosst people sseemed to be perfectly comfortable around Gabriel, if you assk me. And it'ss not like you're a different persson when you have wingss, you know. It'ss sstill you, angel.

Oh come on. You sserioussly have no idea how good thiss feelss.

*stretches wings luxuriously*

...

Serpent.

*flickers forked tongue, pours more absinthe*

*blushes*

Oh... very *well*, demon.

*unfurls wings*

*looks generally slightly brighter*

Ssee? That wassn't sso bad, now wass it? And doessn't it feel fucking amazing? Although you may want to find a way to patch your sshirt back on - can't have you giving any young ladiess with tender ssessibilitiess heart attackss, now can we?

Er... *leans over and tweaks a crooked pinion*

*blushes more*

*concentrates*

Sorry about that. And don't *tease*, Crowley.

What? I've become attached to my little harem, and I'll not have you caussing their untimely deathss with your whole angelic-beauty thing.