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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 25, 2009 3:22:15 GMT
*Makes a shocked expression, paling slightly*
Are you going to give me a lecture about how girls have feelings, too? Or about how girls are not objects? I've heard both of those a dozen times, thanks!
*Mutters harshly*
I don't collect pretty things, I bump into them.
*Examines his nails, spitting out the next sentence*
Sometimes being with no one is better than being with someone who acts as your coping mechanism. It's unfair to Aaron.
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 25, 2009 3:35:43 GMT
*redness starts to creep into her face as she looks almost frantically around the shop, trying to swallow his sentences*
Sebastian, you know our history. It's not coping--we, we just bring out the best in each other...how...I can't believe it, I thought we were finally past all this analyzing--y-you're being mean, Sebastian. Now you are just being mean.
*looks down and pretends to ruffle the papers even more*
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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 25, 2009 3:42:11 GMT
*Quickly hides the triumph in his features*
If that makes you sleep at night.
*Deliberately stays silent, watching her closely*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 25, 2009 3:50:16 GMT
*can feel her eyes begin to mist*
*turns to pull some random box of tonics from behind the counter to refill a display, giving herself a moment to attempt to regain her composure when her back is turned*
*slams them down on the counter top, not looking up*
Is there anything you actually want, or did you just come here to show off how condescending you've grown?
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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 25, 2009 3:56:58 GMT
*Mentally applaudes himself for his performance*
I think I'm done here.
*Saunters out, feeling alien in his tight attire, anxious to change into his working robes back home*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 25, 2009 4:00:55 GMT
*watches him go, letting out a stuttering sigh and hammering her brain, trying to come up with some excuse for his behaviour*
*realizes Sebastian is always genuine and stares blanking at the clock for the next hour, waiting as each moment went by to be able to go home*
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Post by Alastor Moody on Mar 25, 2009 13:40:14 GMT
**Apparates on the front door, enters almost crumbling. His vivid blue eye rolling in all directions, walks trough the shop and stands by the counter awaiting the Magical Menagerie's proprietor. Alastor already knows he's in the back**
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 25, 2009 21:09:15 GMT
*looks up, in a foul mood*
Can I help you?
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Post by Alastor Moody on Mar 26, 2009 9:09:42 GMT
**Glares at the young girl. She seems suspicious in fact but Alastor already knew that**
"Do you work here, miss?"
**One normal eye locked in hers, the other, magical, glaring the man who was talking to her. "From where do I know this man?" He tough**
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 26, 2009 14:48:48 GMT
*thinks she knows who this is, but is put off my his zooming eye and looks back at the paperwork that was till not done*
I do. And I can help you--if you need help. Do you need help?
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Post by Alastor Moody on Mar 26, 2009 16:29:57 GMT
"Yes, you may help me..." *He said, his growl voice boomed trough the shop** "Do you have Eagle-Owls? I'm very fond of those."
**Replied, looking to all creatures his magical eye could see**
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 26, 2009 16:57:57 GMT
*sighs*
Those are very fine birds, it's not like we have a whole lot to choose from.
*looks past him and a bit up, into the dark corner of the shop. There is a distinct uh-Huuu from the owl.*
We have one female--I can pull up the information and pricing if you'd like.
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Post by Alastor Moody on Mar 27, 2009 13:32:50 GMT
"Please do so..." **He replied** "I really need an extra owl for special services..."
**His magical eye was now turned into the back of his head**
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 27, 2009 18:55:39 GMT
*heaves open the big binder and flips through it until she finds the info page. Uses her wand to make a copy, which she hands up*
She's 31 galleons, 2 sickles and 26 knuts...and I'm supposed to tell you that she also comes with a two-month return period.
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Aaron Tayllore
Respectable Ravenclaw
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In the darkest place we'll shine.
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Post by Aaron Tayllore on Apr 27, 2009 19:33:16 GMT
*spends his morning shopping and cooking earnestly*
*walks (for exercise which is healthy, and also to see for sale signs) the majority of the way to Holly's work, a basket in hand containing gigantic chicken salad sandwiches with lettuce, bottles of butterbeer, crisps, a large mango and knife, and a strangely simple single bar of chocolate*
*bursts into the building and walks up to the counter*
Holly?! Are you on your lunch break yet?
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