The bookshop was completely empty this afternoon, as it had been most days lately, and terribly quiet with not even the rustling of the magical books. Everything was still and silent, and Padma felt like she was in a book graveyard.
She was reading yet another unhelpful book in an attempt to figure out what was going on before they had to face him, her, or it, when the door burst open and Elias rushed in, calling out for her. Heedlessly dropping her book, Padma rushed around the counter toward him.