[Wilhelm, walking by at precisely the wrong moment, sees the book flying off the shelf and throws his hands over his head to form a shield as he ducks. What the fuck? —Only for the girl to stop the book's trajectory midair and, with a few practiced gestures of her hands, float it toward her. When the air pocket pops, the resulting wind ruffles his hair.
Surprised isn't the right word. Coming up on the two year mark in this world, he's seen all kinds of magic, and much stranger things. But he's impressed. The girl looks younger than he was when he first arrived, and she must be new. He's never seen her around before, anyway.]
Nice catch. [He offers her an encouraging smile. Then he flicks a glance at the book in her hands.] It's not one of the books about werewolves, is it?
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Surprised isn't the right word. Coming up on the two year mark in this world, he's seen all kinds of magic, and much stranger things. But he's impressed. The girl looks younger than he was when he first arrived, and she must be new. He's never seen her around before, anyway.]
Nice catch. [He offers her an encouraging smile. Then he flicks a glance at the book in her hands.] It's not one of the books about werewolves, is it?