The moment that I walked into the book store I thought, "I love this place." It was amazing, with long, towering stairs that lead to even more books. I wandered, dark, smoky eyes drinking up every detail that I possibly could. I fell in love with Flourish and Blotts. It reminded me of home. Looking at everything, the fire in my heart that held the love of books was rekindled, and it ignited, a bursting fiery inferno! Do not be distracted, I reminded myself as I scanned the shelves, looking for the books that were needed for my first year at Hogwarts. The place had anything and everything. I wanted to buy everything that was there. But I exhibited some form of self control and only got the books needed for school. That, however, did not stop me from exploring the rest of the phenomenal bookstore. I perused the shelves, and found many books that I had myself in my own family library. The store itself smelled of old parchment and ink, with a faint whiff of something familiar, yet at the same time different. I couldn't place my finger on it, so I dismissed it as an overactive imagination. I left the store, feeling regret. Soon, I thought, I will come back.