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Arkie Alderton's Kwik-Repair Shop will fix your broomsticks while you wait. The shop has, over the years, expanded and is now a general repair store. The shopkeeper here will fix any magical equipment kwite kwikly. The shop is oddly shaped, long and thin. There is a counter at the back of the room, covered in tools. Presumably this is where repairs are made though quite often strange, whispered conversations might be observed down that far end of the store.
Near the front is another counter where you can inquire about getting your magical items repaired and pay out of the nose to get them fixed. There is dumpy couch across from it ready for those customers who are waiting for their repairs to take a seat. It smells like rats and occassionally it squeaks alarmingly. There are no windows, save for the narrow panes of dingy glass on either side of the door, and the only light source comes from lanterns floating above, each casting a sickly yellow-green glow on the interior of the shop.
The walls are covered with items in various states of repair. Instead of hooks, each item is held up by a skeletal hand. Those hands which are unoccupied, grab in the direction of anyone who passes by, made even more alarming by the narrow shape of the room. Have a look at the prices for repairs if you dare, but I wouldn't hang around too long if I were you.
Unless of course you have other business.
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A base price of one galleon, with an additional sickle per minute.
Depending on the level of damage inflicted on the item, you may face additional costs ranging from 1-100 galleons.
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This shop IS STAFFED.Korpsit would LOVE to RP with you, so please, don't RP for him.
Korpsit was getting the idea the man would just stand there. He was about to walk back to his spot behind the counter and continue his work when the man finally spoke up. He was about to rush him on, whether people listened or not wasn't his problem but then the point became clear.
The goblin nodded slowly in understanding.
"Unfortunate." Not that he cared. "But you understand it isn't within the law to do anything about that." Law Enforcement. He couldn't stand them. He wouldn't stand this man if he were one either.
Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander Cornelius Christopher 'Gump' Regnaldo
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Originally Posted by Korpsit
Korpsit was getting the idea the man would just stand there. He was about to walk back to his spot behind the counter and continue his work when the man finally spoke up. He was about to rush him on, whether people listened or not wasn't his problem but then the point became clear.
The goblin nodded slowly in understanding.
"Unfortunate." Not that he cared. "But you understand it isn't within the law to do anything about that." Law Enforcement. He couldn't stand them. He wouldn't stand this man if he were one either.
This goblin was surely trying his patience. If he were looking in a mirror at present he was sure to see one of his precious veins ticking. The nerve of the creature walking away from HIM.
He set a disapproving scowl upon his face,he would just have to wrap this up before there were any..Accidents.
"I'm well aware of that ,it is why i was hoping for your discretion. Now I would appreciate an answer so I may be on my way I actually have other business to attend to"
A dark look crossed the goblins face. "Do not rush me! I have been running a fine business and do not wish to suddenly be unearthed!" He was going to be cautious. Down here you looked out for yourself. That is what he was doing.
He took a deep breath. This had to be settled now. He wanted this insolent wizard out of his shop. "That will be 175 galleons per ear and we can have it done whenever so long as you leave the information." Basics. The man's name and address.
Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander Cornelius Christopher 'Gump' Regnaldo
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Originally Posted by Korpsit
A dark look crossed the goblins face. "Do not rush me! I have been running a fine business and do not wish to suddenly be unearthed!" He was going to be cautious. Down here you looked out for yourself. That is what he was doing.
He took a deep breath. This had to be settled now. He wanted this insolent wizard out of his shop. "That will be 175 galleons per ear and we can have it done whenever so long as you leave the information." Basics. The man's name and address.
Stephen resisted the urge to roll his eyes,this is why he preferred not to have anything to do with these creatures. He took in a quick breath to calm his nerves.
Reaching for his notepad in his coat pocket,he quickly withdrew his pen from his other pocket and scribbled down the required information. Taking out his wallet he found the amount that was requested for the service then together with the paper with the information he placed it on the counter.
He then turned to face the goblin.
"one ear should be fine,I trust that should be it.I'll be taking my leave now
Neighbours, huh? Isis didn't say anything in response to this. Sure, she lived close but not close enough for him to track her down or anything, unless he was like, super sneaky. Damn, maybe she had gotten in a little too deep with this guy. "There is? Oh, excellent, and yes, I'd appreciate that."
Oh, look at that, arm linking. "Are you sure you are okay with this second basis of communication?" She mocked. You know, since she still hadn't revealed her name and that was kind of their 'deal'. Isis took his arm anyway, and took the opportunity to get a good old, gentle stroke of his cloak just to make a point that she was awesome like that.
Mmm, very silky.
Peverell had given her the usual sickly sweet smile of his when she linked her arm with his. Yes, she won that round about the cloak, but the battle was still ongoing. "Second basis? Linking arms with me is so much more advanced than that." He kept his smile, albeit it was forced now, and led her a little further into the Alley. Linking arms with him usually entitled squishing said arm, but not today. Today he would like all arms perfectly solid and attached to the alright body of this woman.
They entered the familiar shop, Peverell sort of dragged the nameless lady along with him to the counter and banged on it. "KORPSIT!" He bellowed in his weak, high-pitched voice. "KORPSIT." Then turned to look at her with his sweet smile, "Wait until you meet him, he's a sweetheart. He likes people to pet his head." His hysterical laughter would tell her that he was lying about that last thing.
Korpsit was not deaf. He did not need his name being called so many times and not by his boss either. Whenever he came in contact with that man the goblin felt belittled and like he was reduced to nothing more than a pet. The thought alone had him scowling as he rounded to corner, exiting the backroom and stepping up to the counter.
Just his luck, the boss but oh he brought company. Business for the shop was very welcome so he would keep his grumbles to himself and his temper too. No petting sweetcheeks.
He looked between the two before settling on the woman. "What can I help you with?"
Raspberry Jam | #ChocolateFrogFamous | Ultimate Fangirl
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul
Peverell had given her the usual sickly sweet smile of his when she linked her arm with his. Yes, she won that round about the cloak, but the battle was still ongoing. "Second basis? Linking arms with me is so much more advanced than that." He kept his smile, albeit it was forced now, and led her a little further into the Alley. Linking arms with him usually entitled squishing said arm, but not today. Today he would like all arms perfectly solid and attached to the alright body of this woman.
They entered the familiar shop, Peverell sort of dragged the nameless lady along with him to the counter and banged on it. "KORPSIT!" He bellowed in his weak, high-pitched voice. "KORPSIT." Then turned to look at her with his sweet smile, "Wait until you meet him, he's a sweetheart. He likes people to pet his head." His hysterical laughter would tell her that he was lying about that last thing.
Really, well... "Then you must be quite the inexperienced communicator." Isis had much more intimate ways of communicating that fit her own personal second basis. Linking arms didn't even make the list. She raised her hand and gently rested it on his shoulder before giving it a light pat, "You could learn a trick, or two from me in that area." Offering him a playful smile, Isis unlinked their arms as they got into the shop. It surprised her how small and compact this alley was compared to Diagon Alley.
After being rushed to the counter of the shop, Isis smoothed her dress down and composed herself. She urgently needed to fix her hair and lips, and hoped that the shopkeeper would allow her to use his bathroom afterwards. Too much to ask? Ohhh, the shouting. Isis raised her eyebrows at the general noise coming from Hamilton.
So excitable about the smallest of things. He must get bored down here.
But anyway... why would she even consider petting the shopkeeper? Was he some sort of creature?
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Originally Posted by Korpsit
Korpsit was not deaf. He did not need his name being called so many times and not by his boss either. Whenever he came in contact with that man the goblin felt belittled and like he was reduced to nothing more than a pet. The thought alone had him scowling as he rounded to corner, exiting the backroom and stepping up to the counter.
Just his luck, the boss but oh he brought company. Business for the shop was very welcome so he would keep his grumbles to himself and his temper too. No petting sweetcheeks.
He looked between the two before settling on the woman. "What can I help you with?"
Ah, yes... he was.
Isis had to bite her lip as the goblin appeared, to try and stop herself from giggling. Instead she kept her eyes on Hamilton. Goblins really were the most unpleasant creatures to look at, despite have a conversation with. As soon as she was ready, Isis looked back at Korpsit, "Hello. Korpsit, is it?" She began, "Yes... I was looking to get an item of mine repaired." At least she thought it was broken. It certainly didn't work like it used to, but she wasn't sure if it was cursed... or rather, the curse that had previously been on it had been lifted. "The lovely Hamilton Locke, here, suggested I stop by your shop." She said, just because she was polite.
"It's an object -" That was sitting in her bag right now, "- I'm not sure if I remembered to bring it with me, actually -" She lied oh-so-convincingly. "... it has a curse that I believe has been tampered with. Do you fix those kind of problems?" Isis wanted to clarify before she went into any further details about it.
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Korpsit was not deaf. He did not need his name being called so many times and not by his boss either. Whenever he came in contact with that man the goblin felt belittled and like he was reduced to nothing more than a pet. The thought alone had him scowling as he rounded to corner, exiting the backroom and stepping up to the counter.
Just his luck, the boss but oh he brought company. Business for the shop was very welcome so he would keep his grumbles to himself and his temper too. No petting sweetcheeks.
He looked between the two before settling on the woman. "What can I help you with?"
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Originally Posted by Emzily
Really, well... "Then you must be quite the inexperienced communicator." Isis had much more intimate ways of communicating that fit her own personal second basis. Linking arms didn't even make the list. She raised her hand and gently rested it on his shoulder before giving it a light pat, "You could learn a trick, or two from me in that area." Offering him a playful smile, Isis unlinked their arms as they got into the shop. It surprised her how small and compact this alley was compared to Diagon Alley.
After being rushed to the counter of the shop, Isis smoothed her dress down and composed herself. She urgently needed to fix her hair and lips, and hoped that the shopkeeper would allow her to use his bathroom afterwards. Too much to ask? Ohhh, the shouting. Isis raised her eyebrows at the general noise coming from Hamilton.
So excitable about the smallest of things. He must get bored down here.
But anyway... why would she even consider petting the shopkeeper? Was he some sort of creature?
Ah, yes... he was.
Isis had to bite her lip as the goblin appeared, to try and stop herself from giggling. Instead she kept her eyes on Hamilton. Goblins really were the most unpleasant creatures to look at, despite have a conversation with. As soon as she was ready, Isis looked back at Korpsit, "Hello. Korpsit, is it?" She began, "Yes... I was looking to get an item of mine repaired." At least she thought it was broken. It certainly didn't work like it used to, but she wasn't sure if it was cursed... or rather, the curse that had previously been on it had been lifted. "The lovely Hamilton Locke, here, suggested I stop by your shop." She said, just because she was polite.
"It's an object -" That was sitting in her bag right now, "- I'm not sure if I remembered to bring it with me, actually -" She lied oh-so-convincingly. "... it has a curse that I believe has been tampered with. Do you fix those kind of problems?" Isis wanted to clarify before she went into any further details about it.
Awww, she wanted to TEACH him things? Awwwwww, how cute. Peverell didn't reply to this, the trick was to keep his sweet smile on. It wasn't even a feat anymore, his face was just so good looking when he smiled he couldn't not do it. Petting his shoulder wasn't really necessary, thank you very much, it made one of his eyes twitch.
KORPSIT was finally here, though! Peverell streeeeetched and petted the goblin's head once before hysterically laughing, glancing back at the nameless lady and pointing at the goblin. "See, he's very pettable." Circe' sake he couldn't stop laughing at how pettable the goblin was.
But nameless lady wasn't being as nasty to the creature as he'd hoped, sadly. Peverell went all frowny and pouty at her as she started talking, greeting the thing even! And explaining about her item. Yeah, yeah, who cared about-- wait, what. A cursed object tampered with? He rubbed his chin slowly and allowed his eyes to follow her hands' movement, to her bag, hmm. Interesting, this woman was almost more interesting than both his assistants combined. Yet again, his assistants were not pleasant or people friendly, who could tolerate THAT? Not him, nope, not this guy, nuh-uh. He loved people and loved playing with them.
He gave the goblin a special, meaningful look while he stood a step behind the woman.
"Serve the lady at your best, she's with me and her cursed object is my treat today." He spoke after a moment, coming to stand next to her and giving her the smile again.
Korpsit felt his eye twitch. The petting had begun. Peverell leaned over the counter to pet him and could not keep his hand to himself. The Goblin's half plesant expression vanished. He did not have to take this patronizing, the boss should remember that.
"...Yes...Korpsit...." The Goblin was distracted by the look on his employers face. It didn't promise much good for him but he grudgingly accepted it. The woman would not be killed.
He nearly scoffed at her question. "I fix all kinds of things." Came his simple, curt response. Peverell said he should serve her but if she'd left it behind there was nothing more he could do.
Raspberry Jam | #ChocolateFrogFamous | Ultimate Fangirl
SPOILER!!: bad guyz
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Originally Posted by Korpsit
Korpsit felt his eye twitch. The petting had begun. Peverell leaned over the counter to pet him and could not keep his hand to himself. The Goblin's half plesant expression vanished. He did not have to take this patronizing, the boss should remember that.
"...Yes...Korpsit...." The Goblin was distracted by the look on his employers face. It didn't promise much good for him but he grudgingly accepted it. The woman would not be killed.
He nearly scoffed at her question. "I fix all kinds of things." Came his simple, curt response. Peverell said he should serve her but if she'd left it behind there was nothing more he could do.
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul
Text Cut: the pet and the lady
Awww, she wanted to TEACH him things? Awwwwww, how cute. Peverell didn't reply to this, the trick was to keep his sweet smile on. It wasn't even a feat anymore, his face was just so good looking when he smiled he couldn't not do it. Petting his shoulder wasn't really necessary, thank you very much, it made one of his eyes twitch.
KORPSIT was finally here, though! Peverell streeeeetched and petted the goblin's head once before hysterically laughing, glancing back at the nameless lady and pointing at the goblin. "See, he's very pettable." Circe' sake he couldn't stop laughing at how pettable the goblin was.
But nameless lady wasn't being as nasty to the creature as he'd hoped, sadly. Peverell went all frowny and pouty at her as she started talking, greeting the thing even! And explaining about her item. Yeah, yeah, who cared about-- wait, what. A cursed object tampered with? He rubbed his chin slowly and allowed his eyes to follow her hands' movement, to her bag, hmm. Interesting, this woman was almost more interesting than both his assistants combined. Yet again, his assistants were not pleasant or people friendly, who could tolerate THAT? Not him, nope, not this guy, nuh-uh. He loved people and loved playing with them.
He gave the goblin a special, meaningful look while he stood a step behind the woman.
"Serve the lady at your best, she's with me and her cursed object is my treat today." He spoke after a moment, coming to stand next to her and giving her the smile again.
Most definitely needed coaching. Look at that face after her shoulder pat, hehe. He clearly wasn't fussed about not petting this angry looking goblin, though! Hamilton was either a very brave man, or one with a lot of strength and power. Isis was interested. She cocked her head to the side and watched him for a moment. "I'll take your word for it." She finally replied. Yeah, not gonna go ahead and dirty her hands with those kind of germs, ew.
His sudden quietness and disappointed look did not go unnoticed, especially after all of that smiling and hysterical laughter. Isis ignored it completely, and really hoped it had nothing to do with her cursed object, even though she was sure that he wouldn't be interested once he found out what it was. Which was inevitable really since it didn't look like he was going to leave her to it.
His treat??
"Oh, thank you..." She paused because she was surprised. Was it bad that she kinda wanted to decline his offer? She wouldn't, of course, because that would be rude, but she was an independent woman who could pay off her own problems, kapeesh? "You don't have to do that." Just sayin'.
Right, onto Korpsit. "Excellent!" She exclaimed, and her hand hovered over her bag to think things over. As much as she did not want to leave her object in the hands of Korpsit, with Hamilton watching over them, she knew that no one from Diagon Alley would be able to help her. After convincing herself that this was the best option, she clicked open her bag and pulled out a tiny silk bag that was firmly tied up. Isis placed it gently on the counter and looked directly at Korpsit, ignoring Hamilton. "It's a locket of my mother's." Not that they would need to know, nor care, about that.
"It was charmed-" Ehhh... cursed, "- to play a nice tune when opened." Ehhh... not a nice tune exactly. "It was stolen from me a year ago, tampered with, and then returned." Ehhh... she tracked it down actually. Isis carefully untied the small bag and showed Korpsit the damage. The locket was open as the catch had been broken, and no simple repairing charm seemed to do anything to it. Of course, the curse had also been lifted and played nothing. It was just a dead locket basically.
How boring!!
"What do you think?"
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Text Cut: Still with the pet and the nameless lady :D
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Originally Posted by Korpsit
Korpsit felt his eye twitch. The petting had begun. Peverell leaned over the counter to pet him and could not keep his hand to himself. The Goblin's half plesant expression vanished. He did not have to take this patronizing, the boss should remember that.
"...Yes...Korpsit...." The Goblin was distracted by the look on his employers face. It didn't promise much good for him but he grudgingly accepted it. The woman would not be killed.
He nearly scoffed at her question. "I fix all kinds of things." Came his simple, curt response. Peverell said he should serve her but if she'd left it behind there was nothing more he could do.
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Originally Posted by Emzily
SPOILER!!: bad guyz
Most definitely needed coaching. Look at that face after her shoulder pat, hehe. He clearly wasn't fussed about not petting this angry looking goblin, though! Hamilton was either a very brave man, or one with a lot of strength and power. Isis was interested. She cocked her head to the side and watched him for a moment. "I'll take your word for it." She finally replied. Yeah, not gonna go ahead and dirty her hands with those kind of germs, ew.
His sudden quietness and disappointed look did not go unnoticed, especially after all of that smiling and hysterical laughter. Isis ignored it completely, and really hoped it had nothing to do with her cursed object, even though she was sure that he wouldn't be interested once he found out what it was. Which was inevitable really since it didn't look like he was going to leave her to it.
His treat??
"Oh, thank you..." She paused because she was surprised. Was it bad that she kinda wanted to decline his offer? She wouldn't, of course, because that would be rude, but she was an independent woman who could pay off her own problems, kapeesh? "You don't have to do that." Just sayin'.
Right, onto Korpsit. "Excellent!" She exclaimed, and her hand hovered over her bag to think things over. As much as she did not want to leave her object in the hands of Korpsit, with Hamilton watching over them, she knew that no one from Diagon Alley would be able to help her. After convincing herself that this was the best option, she clicked open her bag and pulled out a tiny silk bag that was firmly tied up. Isis placed it gently on the counter and looked directly at Korpsit, ignoring Hamilton. "It's a locket of my mother's." Not that they would need to know, nor care, about that.
"It was charmed-" Ehhh... cursed, "- to play a nice tune when opened." Ehhh... not a nice tune exactly. "It was stolen from me a year ago, tampered with, and then returned." Ehhh... she tracked it down actually. Isis carefully untied the small bag and showed Korpsit the damage. The locket was open as the catch had been broken, and no simple repairing charm seemed to do anything to it. Of course, the curse had also been lifted and played nothing. It was just a dead locket basically.
How boring!!
"What do you think?"
"I insist." He flashed her his bizarrely perfect white teeth. His treat because the goblin would know well enough to keep the item if it was interesting enough or if the magic and the curse were unique. Peverell fell silent, it was more important to observe and pay attention to every detail of her moves and words than try to intimidate or kill her. Some things slash people were worth being patient with.... for a while.
A locket? A broken locket with a curse? Interestiiiiiing.
Everard's eyes were practically devouring the item, his mouth looked as though it was drooling without the actual drool, his eyes bulged just a little out of his head, too, but quickly he regained his former posture and smiiiiiiled and nooooodded and smiiiiiiiled some more. "Korpsit fix it for her quickly. Will it take long? We can wait here on the couch. I'd hate to let our first-time guest to leave with an unsatisfying journey." The look he gave the said first-timer was so full of evil and sweetness and... yeah.. it was a little creepy, too, even if Peverell was convinced that he was the beautifulest face in the whole wide world and it could not give creepy vibes even if he tried.
Korpsit snatched the locket from the counter after watching for a moment with nothing happening. By tampered with she must have meant the charm no longer worked. He turned it over a few times, ignoring the questions and impatience of his boss.
"You want me making it play nice music again?" He raised an eyebrow at her. She could have gotten any number of vendors up in the bright streets of Diagon Alley to do that but fine. The goblin shrugged. "Nice music isn't my specialty but I'll see what I can do."
lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Aside from getting to hang out with Dax and go to the music festival, there'd been a big chunk of Angelo's summer that had been spent at duelling camp, which he'd gone along to with Dima mostly to keep his smaller brother company, but also to make sure nobody got the bright idea of trying to beat him up or give him a hard time. Angelo had made anyone who even looked at Dima the wrong way sorry, though he'd tried not to let Dima know about it since his brother was too nice and wouldn't want him to hurt anyone.
As it was though, when the opportunity to come to Diagon Alley today had popped up, he'd taken it eagerly, even if it was to run an errand for dad. The fact that his dad even trusted him was kind of a big deal to the nearly fifteen year old. He didn't know what he was coming to get either, a package sure, but what would be in it? He hadn't technically been told not to look inside....
... he would definitely look inside, as soon as he got it and left with it.
For now though, having announced his presence, he had been waiting, sitting on the weird couch for about fifteen minutes. His dad HAD floo'd ahead and made it clear that he was coming... Angelo was pretty sure that if his dad had come and got it himself then by now whatever the package was would be ready, nobody kept Keiran Toussaint waiting after all.
Meh. He slouched in his seat and hoped that something would happen soon. This was getting boring.
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be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you
Sardines ♥ BHB ♥ Dallie ♥ Grumpy ♥ MY SUN AND STARS ♥ i love julia
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Originally Posted by Tegz
Aside from getting to hang out with Dax and go to the music festival, there'd been a big chunk of Angelo's summer that had been spent at duelling camp, which he'd gone along to with Dima mostly to keep his smaller brother company, but also to make sure nobody got the bright idea of trying to beat him up or give him a hard time. Angelo had made anyone who even looked at Dima the wrong way sorry, though he'd tried not to let Dima know about it since his brother was too nice and wouldn't want him to hurt anyone.
As it was though, when the opportunity to come to Diagon Alley today had popped up, he'd taken it eagerly, even if it was to run an errand for dad. The fact that his dad even trusted him was kind of a big deal to the nearly fifteen year old. He didn't know what he was coming to get either, a package sure, but what would be in it? He hadn't technically been told not to look inside....
... he would definitely look inside, as soon as he got it and left with it.
For now though, having announced his presence, he had been waiting, sitting on the weird couch for about fifteen minutes. His dad HAD floo'd ahead and made it clear that he was coming... Angelo was pretty sure that if his dad had come and got it himself then by now whatever the package was would be ready, nobody kept Keiran Toussaint waiting after all.
Meh. He slouched in his seat and hoped that something would happen soon. This was getting boring.
She was wandering, as she did. And her curiosity always got the best of her, so of course she was wandering down the dingy, dark alley. Evie knew if her older brother or her father found out, they'd never let her out of the house again. But, as she was fairly certain neither of them were stalking her, she paid no mind to that thought in her head.
She peered into the windows of most of the shops, but as she came upon one very narrow one, she noticed it had no windows. And that made her even more curious. Evie glanced around before opening the door and slowly stepping inside. The door shut behind her as she looked around the shop. Lots of tools lined the walls. Perhaps it was a repair shop. She hadn't looked for a sign upon entering, which was a bit silly of her, but it was more interesting to find out this way instead.
Evie didn't have a purpose to entering this shop, only to find out what it was and see what was inside. So, as she slowly wandered into the shop, that's exactly what she did.
lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo
She was wandering, as she did. And her curiosity always got the best of her, so of course she was wandering down the dingy, dark alley. Evie knew if her older brother or her father found out, they'd never let her out of the house again. But, as she was fairly certain neither of them were stalking her, she paid no mind to that thought in her head.
She peered into the windows of most of the shops, but as she came upon one very narrow one, she noticed it had no windows. And that made her even more curious. Evie glanced around before opening the door and slowly stepping inside. The door shut behind her as she looked around the shop. Lots of tools lined the walls. Perhaps it was a repair shop. She hadn't looked for a sign upon entering, which was a bit silly of her, but it was more interesting to find out this way instead.
Evie didn't have a purpose to entering this shop, only to find out what it was and see what was inside. So, as she slowly wandered into the shop, that's exactly what she did.
Angelo had spent enough time in his life around dark artifacts not to be overly impressed by the bits and pieces hanging around the repair shop, or by Knockturn Alley in general. His dad had said that if he ran into any trouble to just drop his name and it would be fine, and Angelo pretty much expected no trouble at all. He knew the power that his family name carried and was more than willing to take advantage of it.
But he also didn't expect to see someone his age, a pretty GIRL even, loitering around down here. Or maybe she had come in to get something too? He liked her skin. And she looked all curious and stuff. Curiosity in pretty girls was something that had worked for him a lot lately. He straightened up a bit on the couch and smiled the toothy, freckle-y grin that seemed to get good results.
"There's room to sit down if you want to." Riiiiiight next to him on this couch here.
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love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope
be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you
Sardines ♥ BHB ♥ Dallie ♥ Grumpy ♥ MY SUN AND STARS ♥ i love julia
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Originally Posted by Tegz
Angelo had spent enough time in his life around dark artifacts not to be overly impressed by the bits and pieces hanging around the repair shop, or by Knockturn Alley in general. His dad had said that if he ran into any trouble to just drop his name and it would be fine, and Angelo pretty much expected no trouble at all. He knew the power that his family name carried and was more than willing to take advantage of it.
But he also didn't expect to see someone his age, a pretty GIRL even, loitering around down here. Or maybe she had come in to get something too? He liked her skin. And she looked all curious and stuff. Curiosity in pretty girls was something that had worked for him a lot lately. He straightened up a bit on the couch and smiled the toothy, freckle-y grin that seemed to get good results.
"There's room to sit down if you want to." Riiiiiight next to him on this couch here.
Evie was still looking around at tools and things when she heard a voice behind her. She hadn't been aware that she walked past someone, so she turned around to see who it was. A boy about her age, sitting on that couch. "Oh, no, I'm not..." ... Waiting for anything? Staying? Evie paused as she got a good look at him and to think about where she was going with that sentence. He stood out from that couch, much more fresh and clean than the cushions he was sitting on. She decided to leave that sentence hanging.
Stepping a few feet closer, she nodded at the couch. "Looks a bit dingy." If it were any other couch, though, she might. Maybe. But it wasn't, so she didn't really want to sit on it.
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Evie was still looking around at tools and things when she heard a voice behind her. She hadn't been aware that she walked past someone, so she turned around to see who it was. A boy about her age, sitting on that couch. "Oh, no, I'm not..." ... Waiting for anything? Staying? Evie paused as she got a good look at him and to think about where she was going with that sentence. He stood out from that couch, much more fresh and clean than the cushions he was sitting on. She decided to leave that sentence hanging.
Stepping a few feet closer, she nodded at the couch. "Looks a bit dingy." If it were any other couch, though, she might. Maybe. But it wasn't, so she didn't really want to sit on it.
"Don't you have a sense of adventure?" It was a comfy couch even if it looked terrible. He leaned forward a bit and admitted, "I mostly sat down because if my mother was here, she would have told me not to." As perverse as that was, Angelo could be a gentleman and stuff, just watch.
"My knee is clean, you could sit there." He said, a hint of a dare in his voice.
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"Don't you have a sense of adventure?" It was a comfy couch even if it looked terrible. He leaned forward a bit and admitted, "I mostly sat down because if my mother was here, she would have told me not to." As perverse as that was, Angelo could be a gentleman and stuff, just watch.
"My knee is clean, you could sit there." He said, a hint of a dare in his voice.
She did have a sense of adventure; that's why she was here. Her dad always said it would get her in trouble one day, but she was still waiting for that to happen. "Maybe your mum has some sense," she mentioned, inching closer to the couch, but still a good few feet away. She was just saying.
The suggestion of sitting on his knee made her try not to laugh and she turned her head in the opposite direction so he wouldn't see her cheeks get darker. She cleared her throat and turned back. "Thanks, but it doesn't look too comfortable." A bit nobby looking, if he asked her.
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She did have a sense of adventure; that's why she was here. Her dad always said it would get her in trouble one day, but she was still waiting for that to happen. "Maybe your mum has some sense," she mentioned, inching closer to the couch, but still a good few feet away. She was just saying.
The suggestion of sitting on his knee made her try not to laugh and she turned her head in the opposite direction so he wouldn't see her cheeks get darker. She cleared her throat and turned back. "Thanks, but it doesn't look too comfortable." A bit nobby looking, if he asked her.
"You would be the only person in the world to say so." Lydia Toussaint and the word 'sense' did not go together, at all, and Angelo was pretty convinced his own father thought his wife stupid and silly. He knew his dad didnt love her, and he knew his mum didnt love Angelo, or his brother or sisters. But that was okay, tons of other people did and he was used to it now.
"Oh yeah. My leg muscles are too hard." Angelo agreed, unfazed. "I didnt say my lap was comfy though, just clean." To be fair.
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"You would be the only person in the world to say so." Lydia Toussaint and the word 'sense' did not go together, at all, and Angelo was pretty convinced his own father thought his wife stupid and silly. He knew his dad didnt love her, and he knew his mum didnt love Angelo, or his brother or sisters. But that was okay, tons of other people did and he was used to it now.
"Oh yeah. My leg muscles are too hard." Angelo agreed, unfazed. "I didnt say my lap was comfy though, just clean." To be fair.
..... "Hm." That's all she had to say. She knew better than to get involved with other people's family situations. Especially strangers, even if she was intrigued by him.
Leg muscles. She glanced at his legs again, very quickly and noted that they did look.... nice. And clean. "Well, I'm sure there's something in the handbook of meeting strangers that you shouldn't sit on their laps." She was sure of it. Evie would be lying if she said she wasn't tempted, but her brain was telling her that it was probably a bad idea, so she kept her foot or three of distance and continued standing by the couch instead.
"Do you always offer your lap for strangers?" she inquired.
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..... "Hm." That's all she had to say. She knew better than to get involved with other people's family situations. Especially strangers, even if she was intrigued by him.
Leg muscles. She glanced at his legs again, very quickly and noted that they did look.... nice. And clean. "Well, I'm sure there's something in the handbook of meeting strangers that you shouldn't sit on their laps." She was sure of it. Evie would be lying if she said she wasn't tempted, but her brain was telling her that it was probably a bad idea, so she kept her foot or three of distance and continued standing by the couch instead.
"Do you always offer your lap for strangers?" she inquired.
"Only pretty strangers, and besides, you wouldnt be one if you told me your name." Grin. "Rude of you, actually, not to introduce yourself. I might decide to be offended and stuff." Never mind that he hadn't introduced himself either, since he was just teasing and everything.
And this was much more entertaining than waiting for his dad's parcel to be ready. Much more.
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"Only pretty strangers, and besides, you wouldnt be one if you told me your name." Grin. "Rude of you, actually, not to introduce yourself. I might decide to be offended and stuff." Never mind that he hadn't introduced himself either, since he was just teasing and everything.
And this was much more entertaining than waiting for his dad's parcel to be ready. Much more.
Oh, so he thought she was pretty? She liked hearing that, even if she had supposed he did, offering his lap for her and all. He was an interesting boy. "Rude of you not to ask," she fired back, also teasing in the same tone. "Maybe I should be the offended one." He had been a gentleman enough to offer a place for her to sit, but before offering an introduction? She wasn't that naive.
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Oh, so he thought she was pretty? She liked hearing that, even if she had supposed he did, offering his lap for her and all. He was an interesting boy. "Rude of you not to ask," she fired back, also teasing in the same tone. "Maybe I should be the offended one." He had been a gentleman enough to offer a place for her to sit, but before offering an introduction? She wasn't that naive.
"True." He said easily, apparently not at all bothered by the prospect of being considered fake!rude.
"I'm Angelo Toussaint, and I'm stuck here waiting to pick up some parcel for my dad and they're taking ages and I was really bored until you showed up. What's your name?"
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"True." He said easily, apparently not at all bothered by the prospect of being considered fake!rude.
"I'm Angelo Toussaint, and I'm stuck here waiting to pick up some parcel for my dad and they're taking ages and I was really bored until you showed up. What's your name?"
There we go. Evie was pleased at his response. He was bored until she showed up. She wondered what this 'parcel' he spoke of was.
"My name is Evangeline Shacklebolt," she said properly, even though she rarely went by her full name. She just felt like it today. Evie held her hand out for the boy to shake, since she was being proper and all. "And I'm exploring."
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There we go. Evie was pleased at his response. He was bored until she showed up. She wondered what this 'parcel' he spoke of was.
"My name is Evangeline Shacklebolt," she said properly, even though she rarely went by her full name. She just felt like it today. Evie held her hand out for the boy to shake, since she was being proper and all. "And I'm exploring."
Angelo grinned, apparently all toothy freckle faced innocence. "We both are angels then huh?" They both had 'angel' in their names, that was. He took her hand and gave it a shake. "Oh yeah? Found anything fun then?"
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