Now she stood peering in the window, it seemed so obvious. Redfearne’s bookshop was such a contrast to all the trinket shops and sandwich bars and fancy boutiques that populated this touristy end of Covent Garden. It was like a lone sapling growing in a flower bed. Once you knew it was there it stood out, but otherwise somehow your eye managed to skip over it. The frontage was a dark stone and the door was painted purple. The window was crowded with books, candles, decks of cards and all sorts of gothic paraphernalia. Honestly, April was now feeling a little reluctant to find the Albus Libre after everything Gabriel had said. Plus she never felt confident going into little shops like that. There was nowhere to hide when someone said, ‘Can I help you?’ or ‘Are you looking for something in particular?’ What was she going to say? ‘I’m looking for a powerful spell book, which may only exist in legend’? Come to think of it, they probably had that sort of request every day. She took a deep breath.
