Markus was facing the book as he read, fingers gliding over the raised bumps. He loved his books, and it was notable that most of his books had the same golden lettering on their spine, all from The Author. What he was reading was one of the few fantasy books he had written, and not the horror, mystery and thrillers that were more common for him.
“Okay…”, Markus mumbled quietly and nodded lightly. He knew he couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t be able to keep it in mind and believe it. But he just agreed to her, better than nothing.
He relaxed a little bit again at the very least, letting Agnes hug him as he held his book.
Agnes sighed softly, but let it slide for now. “What’s your book about?” She let go of him, then sat in front of him. “I wanna know.” She smiles.
“It would be great if you could read it to me. If you wanted to, of course. I’m not gonna force you to read anything.”
“Ah. It’s about… A young man. In an, ahm. fantasy world. With magic and stuff. And magical creatures are kind of going extinct because magical people kill them. And that man collects them and tries to save them and get the wizarding world to stop killing them. And he has a brother who’s kind of in the ministerial and they’re not that close.”, Markus answered, fiddling with his fingers slightly.
“At one point the main character loses his case with beasts and some get loose and he has to catch them again…”, he added quietly.
“I could read to you….”, he mumbled quietly, shifting where he was sitting.
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