[color=92278f][center][h1][i]Life in Gloomminster[/i][/h1][/center][/color][hr]
Bonnie lifted herself groggily from the pages of the book she was reading: the Tome of Bargains of Existence. It being a slightly forbidden text with the tagline, "How to make forbidden entities work [u]for[/u] you, and not against!" She blinked the sleep from her eyes and pulled herself unstuck from the pages of the textbook.

She glanced at her mobile Orbuculum. Her eyes opened wide in shock. It was almost noon, precisely a week till the first day of term. She was expecting multiple tenants to arrive in just a few hours. She bolted up, to the bathroom. The magic mirror greeted her. It was a fancy gift her mother had received from a rejected suitor before she'd married Bonnie's dad.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh my god, you're alive. Barely. You look a mess, girl. Let me sort you out."[/color] He greeted her in his slightly effeminate and stereotypically gay voice. She scowled at him as he began his routine. He had a bit of lip to him, but he gave great style tips, so Bonnie wasn't really bothered.

She examined herself as he decided what treatment she needed. She'd passed out reading again. In her nightgown fortunately this time. Her massive mane of red hair was completely wild, knotted, and plastered to the side of her face. She reached for a comb and began briskly combing her hair. The mirror finally decided upon today's outfit and makeup. The corresponding drawers of the vanity counter shot out, one almost hitting Bonnie in the gut. She glared at the mirror as he gave a mischievous grin back.

The selection was light and accentuated her natural features, which the addition of some eyeliner. She approved and quickly applied it. Upon stepping over to the closet, it opened and the racks rapidly rearranged to present today's fit: a lightweight top that hugs her body tucked into a pair of loose light brown linen trousers, which are held up by a forest green sash around her waist acting as a splash of colour. Bonnie stands for a moment, pondering what to do with her hair, before finally reaching for a piece of olive green ribbon. She quickly tied her hair up in a loose undone ponytail, with the ribbon holding it in place.

She left her en-suite, examining her cluttered bedroom. She cleared off her desk from the night before. All the clutter, books and cups and other-such. She looked around her messy room quickly grabbing her satchel off a pile of books. Packing it with the essentials, and extra reading. Finally ready for the day she whipped down the long flight of spiral stairs. Stopped in the kitchen on the second floor to grab a pastry and a handful of nuts. Once she reached the bottom floor, the main portion of the bookshop she busied herself opening the place.

It was not a great ordeal, the old building carried the must of ancient texts, some vintage, and some truly arcane. The floor heaved with knowledge, and it felt like it. A cosy fire ever burning in the corner, keeping the room at a magically perfect temperature. The summer months were ending, and the chill of the autumn was closing in. Though the afternoons still warmed to streets, in the morning a light fog was beginning to form around the Sprontsides. The small shop floor was packed with books, massive cases spanning the walls, with a few inviting but well-worn armchairs strewn about amidst the bookshelves and tables stacked with numerous scrolls and tablets of exotic nature.

Bonnie set herself down at the large desk in the corner, piled up with books and a humongous antique mechanised cash register. Next to it were scattered the half-assembled clockwork remains of some kind of device she had been tinkering with. Alongside these objects was an opened and well-loved book on automatons and clockwork magics. Finally sat a small sealed glass jar containing a cluster of Kreteks, herbal cigarette-like joints.

She set herself down on her large purple armchair behind the desk, glancing at the clock. She idly began reading, waiting for customers. Or the tenants that should be coming any moment. She mentally went over the rooms, she was certain she'd cleared them all out. Except for maybe room 3- But she had no time to check, as a tall thin being opened the shop door, sounding off the little bell attached to it. He stepped into the shop, a customer.