The Obscurus Books bookshop was a small store tucked away on the West side of Diagon Alley, between Ollivander's and a second-hand robe shop. It looked like any ordinary bookstore from the outside, but nowhere near as large as Borgin and Burkes; it mostly stocked its own press, which was published from the small office upstairs, run by Justin's employer Mefaxea, an eldery witch with frizzy red hair who had apparently been in the business since Newt Scamander signed his first royalty contract with them. She had a calm, if somewhat erratic temperament and working style, which was reflected in both the state of the office upstairs and the sheer amount of volumes crammed into the small shelf space they had on the shop floor. Justin, a fan of order and neatness, did the best with what he had - he had spent two entire days and nights not long after he started arranging the books at least by alphabetical and height order, but even still, everything looked like it was ready to burst off of the shelves.
This was one little element of chaos that he'd chosen to live with.
As promised, he refilled the kettle in the tiny room in the back which he used for breaks and moments of calm - more shelves lined the walls with paperwork, and there was a small kitchenette and desk with a pile of as-yet incomplete owl orders that he was planning on handing to Hannah to get started with.
He was nervous. He was embarrassed to admit that he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen or spoken to his friend, but he feared that it had been closer to the war. He wondered what she would think of him now - in school, Justin had been one of the most outspoken, opinionated students in class - besides Hermione Granger, of course - and now he lived a life of chosen solitude and hadn't even replied to the RSVP for Ginny Weasley's wedding reception. He wondered if she thought him pathetic, or broken, or if she would just accept him for who he was now. Because it wasn't as if he was truly unhappy - he liked his simple life.
Sighing, he charmed the kettle to boil and set out a couple of mugs, before he squeezed his way back out onto the shop floor to open up the register.