Coldstone sat in flourish and blotts with hundreds of people in front of him, wanting him to sign his new book: "On Fiends and Family" as well has his published papers and anthologies, his "The Arts of Darkness" series and abridged volumes of his own journal: Decroforma.

Today people had flocked to Diagon Alley to finally meet the real "Daniel Hart" (his pen name). He signed a blook with red ink then passed it back to the woman who was holding it. She posed for a picture with him then left.

On Fiends and Family... The worst book he had ever written yet an instant bestseller. It was a rant and ramble about the inferiority of beasts and suggested charms and hexes to use against them: political bullshit. Yet Family members lapped it up.

He placed on his glasses and signed another book.

Flame was not here for the new book that Daniel Hart had wrote, but instead brought her perfectly kept first editions of "The Arts of Darkness", all of which she had brought new, second editions, to read a few weeks after buying the first editions, leaving those in imaculate condition.

Each of the books was secured in a plastic book to prevent the cover from damage and, as she moved forwards in the queue she began to get excited. That was until she saw Daniel Hart. Eyes narrowed and shock set into her system. Wasn't that Harshing?

Eventually Flame got to the front of the queue and smiled curtly, placing the books carefully on the table. "Daniel Hart." she said, slightly scornful, and eyes speaking she was not impressed by the lie.

"Yes..." He smiled at her, "For years I have hidden behind the false name in order to protect my identity. Now, I have revealed myself - safe and sound under Family law. Who do I sign it to?" He held up his quill in a mock fashion whilst snatching a book from her hand and opening it to the front. His book. His perfect little book.

She laughed. "Right then. I can see you finally showed your face in public- about time." then he snatched her book. Her precious, precious book. She tilted her head and frowned. Indeed, she did not look impressed. "I think you know that."