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Post by Magical Menagerie on Feb 17, 2007 12:05:57 GMT
Welcome to Magical Menagerie!
Any pet you want - just ask! The walls are covered with cages and the place is noisy with the sounds of all the animals. The proprietor is a witch who wears heavy black spectacles. She offers advice and sells things like rat tonic. Other creatures for sale included:
enormous purple toads
gigantic tortoise with jewel-encrusted shell (Fire-Crab)
poisonous orange snails (Streelers)
a fat white rabbit that change into a top hat and back
cats of every color
noisy cage of ravens
custard-colored furballs (Puffskeins)
sleek, black rats, rather more intelligent than normal rats
(taken from HPL www.hp-lexicon.org/wizworld/places/w_pl_diagon.html)
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Post by The Pimpstick on Feb 17, 2007 15:53:20 GMT
*walks in*
Oho there shopkeep, perhaps you would have a cat to furnish me with? Black with white little paws, or a grey tabby perhaps? I do seem to have some silver pieces about me *reaches for purse*
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Post by Magical Menagerie on Feb 17, 2007 16:08:28 GMT
*peers over her spectacles at the young woman* Why, of course. A kitten or an adult, mind? Preference to sex at all, dear?
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Feb 17, 2007 17:24:00 GMT
**strides into the shop, the animals in their cages silencing and looking at him**
Good evening madams. I shall be on de second floor for my first seminar. Send my appointments straight up.
**he smiles gently, gathers robes and sweeps up the stairs**
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Post by The Pimpstick on Feb 17, 2007 19:05:13 GMT
Ooh I wonder who that dashing fellow was ! *tilts hat*
Ah yes, shopkeep, I've no preference at all! Apart from the colour. Black and white, I do know the silver-tabbies are very rare now *jingles purse*
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Post by Magical Menagerie on Feb 17, 2007 19:52:26 GMT
*smiles*Very well dear. *makes kissy noises and dangles a sugar mouse*
Ahh, here she is look. Ahh, puss puss. She's a cheeky one. 10 weeks old. *leans over the counter and whispers*And that man is a Dragon Keeper - the best in Europe. *nods*
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Feb 18, 2007 17:14:40 GMT
*swings the door open, ignoring the 'closed' sign and lets go of Silvery's hand*
*goes up to the counter*
I have an appointment to see Vladis... er, the Dragon Keeper.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 18, 2007 17:19:03 GMT
*walks up to Draco, avoiding a cage of puffeskins near the counter, and whispers*
I'm going back to the shop. Meet you there, okay?
*kisses his cheek and turns to leave the store*
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Post by Magical Menagerie on Feb 18, 2007 17:19:09 GMT
*peers at the familiar blond young man* Yes yes, go straight up the stairs and he is in the first room on the right with the snakes and lizards.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Feb 18, 2007 17:22:56 GMT
*turns round*
What? No, you're not going back out there on your own!
*turns back to the woman at the counter*
Listen, we have had some trouble, I don't suppose you'd be terribly kind as to let my girlfriend use your fireplace to get back to her shop?
*slips her a large bag of galleons*
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Post by Magical Menagerie on Feb 18, 2007 17:25:45 GMT
*tuts at the money and hushes it away* Go on then, dear. It has been very dangerous lately.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 18, 2007 17:28:39 GMT
*nods at the lady*
Thank you.
*turns to Draco*
See you in a while.
*smiles and uses the lady's floo powder on the mantle*
*disappears behind green flames*
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Feb 18, 2007 17:29:38 GMT
*glances round and then lightly jogs up the stairs*
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Feb 18, 2007 17:34:20 GMT
*gets to the door and takes a deep breath, knocks and then turns the handle and peers in*
*sees a long haired man sitting at a desk and studying something under a microscope with his back to him*
*steps in, closes the door and clears his throat*
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Feb 18, 2007 17:41:25 GMT
**looks round and smiles**
I take it that you are Mr Draco? Yeas I remember as I approof greatly of your name. I had got your letter this morning, thank you. Seet.
**gestures to a chair and swings his chair round, placing his clasped hands on his legs and waits for the young man to sit and speak first**
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