"That is soon," Marc agreed. "Are you nervous? I was so excited to go to Hogwarts, and then it wasn't really anything like what I imagined." Mostly, Marc had imagined it to just be a younger, bigger version of the artist's community he'd grown up in, which Hogwarts really hadn't been. His parents, though unconventional, had enjoyed their time at school enough that they hadn't really prepared Marc for what it would be like. "I don't know if there's anything parents could do about that, but I think it'd be on my mind, if I had kids." Wizards did tend to live a long time, but Marc had never really known how old Professor Flitwick was, so he had no idea whether he was close to retirement age. "I bet a lot has changed since we were there, though," he said. "No more Professor Snape, that must be a relief."
The room they were in was mostly magically-powered presses, printing the text of the different books Bookbindery were currently working on, all in differently coloured inks with different magical properties. "So, a romantic comedy?" Marc asked. "Or sort of like that, I guess. I'm not sure those have racy scenes in them, usually." Marc had seen a few, and he enjoyed them for what they were. "Do you read a lot of romances? If what you're doing is quite different from what's usually published, you might want to think about ways you can set your book apart in how it looks, as well as what's inside." It was obvious from his enthusiasm that Marc enjoyed the idea of things which were different. "We've got one author who publishes everything in ink that smells of blueberries." Those were fun books, and you could always tell when a new one was being worked on.