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[Harry Potter]

*Grins*

He couldn't kill me. I'm too quick.

*Smirks*

Anyway, I'm a dangerous dark wizard, remember.

[Katie Bell]

*Laughs*

Too quick to over estimate him, sure.

*Dramatic shocked expression*

Oh no! Whatever shall I do? The tiny old Gryffindor Seeker is in my shop and he's going to fall off his broom when I'm not looking!

*Takes two steps back, nodding*

Yes, you're terribly dangerous. But mainly to the broom!

[Harry Potter]

*Laughs, glancing at the firebolt on the floor*

Aw, it'll be alrght... Just give it a bit of a buff up... no one will know...

*Grins*

Anyway, should be off. I have dark rooms to haunt.

[Katie Bell]

*Huffs, brushing her out from in front of her eyes*

Dark rooms? Sounds like so much fun.

*Pauses*

Actually, it is...depending on what you do in said rooms.

[Harry Potter]

*Laughs*

I'll see you soon, Katie...

*Walks out, pulling his hood up, and disapparates*

[Caius Reppert]

*Walks up to entrance door* *bumps into Harry Potter, Caius scoffs and gives Harry a disgusted look* *watches him disapparate*

Thanks God for that. *strods in and begins looking at merchandise*

[Katie Bell]

*Shakes her head with a smile, watching as Harry leaves the shop under his dark cloak.*

Merlin, Potter, people might start wondering what sort of shop I run with you walkin' around like that!

*Has only about a second to register the bell over the front door as it chimes, and two seconds to realize she shouldn't be staring at the blond wizard who'd just entered.*

Hullo, sir! Welcome to Quality Quidditch Supplies!

*Smiles, seeing him browsing through the equipment displays. She turns and walks over to the abandoned broom on the floor, picking it up before she returns it to the right display by one of the front windows.*

[Caius Reppert]

*Ignores her hello and enthusiasum* "I need a new broom. My Firebolt has been having some trouble." *Takes his sunglasses off* "Perhaps we can work on some sort of discount. Surely you recognize me."

[Katie Bell]

*Hearing the wizard's comment, she turns back to face him, her expression flashing from welcoming to as he removes his ridiculous sunglasses.*

I- er- you-

*Snaps her mouth shut, knowing she sounds like a dolt with her sudden lack of communication skills. Daily Prophet titles scroll before her eyes, only long enough to confirm that the wizard standing in her shop is Reppert- one of the Chasers from Falmouth Falcons. She quirks one eyebrow slowly, remembering the incedent between him and one of Oliver's teammates and a Bludger.*

You- I thought you couldn't fly anymore?

_{Merlin, Bell. Way to start a conversation, mate!}

*Grins cheekily.*

Why would I give someone a discount on a broom, if they're not supposed to be flying in the first place?

[Caius Reppert]

*Still smirking* Well its true I'm not suppose to, but when I'm better I can. So is that discount still in? Perhaps I could pull a few strings with tickets or something. *He said nonchalantley* *he was good at bribing. It was one of his better traits.* *he smirked again*

[Katie Bell]

*Shrugs, fighting back a smirk of her own as he still tries to bargain with her. Afterall, if he wants to fly with an injured back and risk permanent suspension, it's not really any of her business.*

*Teasingly replies*

Well, when you put it that way...

*Grins, still fighting back the smirk. Oliver could, without much doubt, get her tickets if she ever asked for them. However, it wasn't everyday that a famous Quidditch player walked into her shop, willing to negotiate broom prices with game tickets.*

[Caius Reppert]

::rolls his eyes at her attempt to be funny or lack there of::

Show me your newest equipment as well. Always want to be the best, you know. ::winks at her and smirks. He might as well flirt with her. What's the harm?::

Give me your name and number and perhaps I can do a little more than get you a few tickets

::flirtingly and finishes with another smirk::

[Katie Bell]

*She stands with her hands on her hips and head tilted slightly, torn between laughing at his obvious flirting and tossing him out into Diagon Alley without his blasted broom.*

It's Quality Quidditch Supplies, sir- of course we only sell the best of 'em all.

*Lifts her arms to her sides, gesturing to all the displays and aisles of equipment and collectables around the shop.*

Racing, leisure, original models- the brooms are over there-

*Points to the large display of brooms, eyeing the one Harry had flown earlier with a grin*

-and all the repair kits and such down that way-

*Turns slightly, now pointing to the second aisle on the right filled with hundreds of little baubles and gidgets used to personalize the individual's broom.*

Why don't you look around for a bit, and call out when you see something you like?

[Caius Reppert]

::as innocent as possible::

You aren't modeling them for me? What a shame. Shame indeed. Whats the newest broom right now?

::as he walks and touches little do-dads::

Being in the hospital for while has caused me to get behind with the latest trends.

[Katie Bell]

*Watches him carefully as he examines different pieces of equipment, not really sure yet what to think of his behaviour.*

Well-

*She starts softly, turning her head to look over at the brooms.*

-new racing brooms, I've got either the Firebolt 3 or the Nimbus Feather Light. If you're wanting one for leisurely flying instead, then it'll be the PhoenixTail.

*Pauses, looking back at him*

If I were you, and I've recently left St. Mungo's, then I'd take the PhoenixTail. Ellerby and Spudmore model, it'd be the best one until you're healed.