The wards in place on Graymark Books are exactly what Luke had wanted when he'd asked Magnus to reconfigure them. Hermione's wards had been good, but with a child now sleeping upstairs with them, he'd wanted something a little more subtle, something that wouldn't wake Jack if the store were to be compromised in any way, because Luke is entirely confident in his ability to deal with any sort of break in and sees absolutely no reason why they should cause their foster son any undue anxiety about the possibility of someone getting through the safety of the locked doors.
When the soft chirping alerts Luke to the break in downstairs, he and Reid are washing dishes, and Luke glances toward the door that leads down into the store. A quick inhale indicates the person inside the store is human, nothing supernatural, and small by the sound of it of the light footsteps that cross the store. He touches Reid's shoulder, tells him not to worry, then heads for the door to see just what's going on downstairs.
She's at one of the shelves. Luke has rare and expensive editions of books in the store, but she's nowhere near them, nowhere near the register, the safe, or the collection of expensive weapons he has locks in a display case under the counter. She's hasn't come for anything of monetary value and although a quick glance at the window proves she's broken it in order to get in -- and now he'll have to replace it for the third time in the past six months -- he's not particularly worried about her being here.
"That's a good choice," he says as if she hasn't just broken into the store after hours, nodding toward the book she has in her hands. One of Clary's favourites.
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When the soft chirping alerts Luke to the break in downstairs, he and Reid are washing dishes, and Luke glances toward the door that leads down into the store. A quick inhale indicates the person inside the store is human, nothing supernatural, and small by the sound of it of the light footsteps that cross the store. He touches Reid's shoulder, tells him not to worry, then heads for the door to see just what's going on downstairs.
She's at one of the shelves. Luke has rare and expensive editions of books in the store, but she's nowhere near them, nowhere near the register, the safe, or the collection of expensive weapons he has locks in a display case under the counter. She's hasn't come for anything of monetary value and although a quick glance at the window proves she's broken it in order to get in -- and now he'll have to replace it for the third time in the past six months -- he's not particularly worried about her being here.
"That's a good choice," he says as if she hasn't just broken into the store after hours, nodding toward the book she has in her hands. One of Clary's favourites.