Setting:
The wand shoppe is a medium sized room, with a few dust covered windows allowing light to go through and light up even more dust floating around in the shop. Did Ianna EVER clean? Walls and walls of boxes of wands and other artifacts seemed to clutter up the place, and the only surface that was reletively clean was the large mahogony desk in the center of the room - And even that was slightly cluttered with papers and books, one large book in particular which looked as if it had been half thrown and beaten to death.
The walls seemed to be sunken in, and the wood seemed to be rotting. Most of all, it seemed as if Ianna couldn't care less about the shop she ran, which was odd since it truly was her baby. Perhaps she just didn't have time wandering off finding glowy wand doo-hickeys to please her daughter.
The book, it seemed, would never be able to leave that large desk unless Ianna was the one to pick it up, so any curious people wouldn't be able to really open it or pick it up one way or another. It bit. And Hard, if you tried.
