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"Nah," Will said, shaking his head. "Gran doesn't trust the swans. Or magic, for that matter."

"Unfortunately for me, I need to get quills," Celia sighed sadly. She grabbed a few, and some ink, and walked over to the front of the shop, looking around for whoever owned this place. "I'm Celia, by the way."

"Nah," Will said. "I don't really need to send mail. And I never receive any. Seems like a waste to get a swan, you know?"

"Everything's bloody pricey," Celia grumbled, finally finding the quills. "I'll be broke before I reach my sixth year."

"Of course I am," Celia said. "I mean, anyone could just steal something! Though maybe he-or she-has some kind of spell on it. That'd make the most sense, don't you think? I think I've just repeated the word 'sense' a few times now. Probably getting annoying. If I'm annoying just tell me to shut it, and shut it I will."

"I guess you do," Will said, watching her stroke Snowdrop, a slight blush rising to his face for some reason.

"No problem," Celia said cheerfully, looking back at the shelf she was facing. "Though I don't see how we're supposed to pay for our stuff if there's no one here to take our money. Doesn't make any sense."

"She's beautiful," Will said, as the reached her. He considered adding like you, but that'd be cliche, and he had just met Chloe a few hours ago.

"Great," Will said, walking towards the nest.

"I think they're over here," Celia called, pointing to where she'd seen them earlier. "And I also think that whoever owns this place is out or something."

Celia strolled through the shop, looking for good quills. And ink, she reminded herself. "Quills are worth nothing without ink." She ran her hand along the shelves, wondering if this place even had quillsand ink.

"Pretty name," Will said. "Is she around? Maybe we could pamper her."

Will looked at the numerous swans on the lake, and shot a glance over at Chloe. "Do you have your own swan?" He went back to looking at the lake, his ears pink.

"Sure," Will agreed readily. "I've only been there once or twice, myself. But it does sound fun. Let's go."

"Of course," Celia smiled and waved as she walked out of Bonne Sonte.

"So where should we go?" Will asked.

Celia cleared her throat. "Okay. It was nice meeting you, Idelle, and I look forward to hanging out more, but I have to go and restock on quills and ink."

Will smiled. "Lead on, then. I have no idea how to get out of this maze."

Will walked over and slung an arm around her shoulders. "And I don't care. I'm weird too. It makes us perfect for each other." He winked at her, and then turned serious, "And don't ever say that you're weird as if it's bad. It's part of what makes you you, and you should never feel bad about yourself."

"If you say so," Celia said, offering Idelle a smile. "I guess that could have been much worse."