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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307201,7421 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Why is the alphabet in that order?

March 10th, 2005 at 2:17 PM



"Good afternoon, Mr. Pokeby," Luna greeted the manager of Flourish and Blotts and she stepped around the counter. Linus Pokeby waved distractedly at her as he rang up a customer's sale. The rhythmic sound of the keys registering and the "ka-ching" sound were very soothing to Luna.

She slipped into the back room and hung her coat on the rack after taking it off. Next she checked the pile of owl orders that had come in, tidying them up a bit before setting them back down to be filled later. She finally put her apron on before going back out into the store.

"It's been a slow day, my dear," Mr. Pokeby told her.

"I like slow days," she reminded him. It gave her more time to research.

She got right to work, checking to see if there were any customers that needed help. There was only one witch in the store, though, a regular who knew her way through the stacks better than Luna did.

She straightened shelves as she went, pulling books to the front of the shelves so that they lined up neatly. She found a total of three books that had been mis-shelved by customers and carried each to it's proper place.

Luna liked the store. Sometimes it was hectic, especially when all the Hogwarts students poured in to buy their school texts. But the quiet moments were the best. Then, as long as she kept an eye on things, she had time to do almost anything she wanted.

She was heading back towards the little complimentary tea cart to check the kettle and to tidy when a voice an aisle over caught her attention. She froze instantly. She'd never known the wizard's name, had only seen his face a couple of times, but she knew his voice.

For a split second she was back in that cellar, poor Mr. Ollivander laying near her feet, shivering. The unknown wizard's voice could be heard above them, harsh, demanding. And then the screams started.

She drew in a harsh breath and backed away from the voice. She found her way to the back of the store and her fingers found the familiar spines of the books. They calmed her, somewhat.

A... Aanderson, Aaron followed by Aanderson, Bartholmew. Abbott before Abel. She started compulsively checking that the books in the section were in alphabetical order.

Pokeby found her when she was in the Gs, fingers skating over the spines.

"Luna? Are you OK?"

She took a deep breath and turned to him, forcing her fingers away from the books.

"Yes, Mr. Pokeby. I'm sorry. I was just straightening the shelves. Did you need anything?"

Pokeby looked unsure of her answer, but let it go.

"I was just wondering if you had managed to find another copy of The Invisible Book of Invisibility back here. The fact that you managed to find three of them shows that you're well suited to this job."

She gave a small smile. She'd found the invisible books during her last episode, shelved at the end of a row in the Magical Herbs section. She'd also found a copy of The Monster Book of Monsters hiding behind a book about fungus spores, but Mr. Pokeby had decided that the good outweighed the bad.

"Not yet, sir," she replied. "If I could find a pair of Turtul Specs, then they would be easy to find. But as you know, Turtul Specs were outlawed in 1645."

"Of course, my dear," Pokeby replied with a fond smile. She had a feeling that he did not believe her, but knew to let it go. Most people reacted to her that way and she was quite used to it.

"Shall we get some tea," she asked. Her hands still itched to alphabetize the books, but she resisted.
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