Staring into one of the two identical large glass windows on eitherside of the door, you see the one on the left holds several different mannequins dressed in sets of professional quidditch team robes, while the window on the right shows off the latest three broomstick types available to wizarding kind. As you tear your eyes away long enough to pay attention to your surroundings and enter the equipment shop your welcomed by the warm aroma of fresh cookies, sitting on the shopkeepers counter out of the way of customers checking out. A small, yet still clearly noticeable sign is placed beside the plate of quidditch related cookies that reads: 'Feel free to take one or two; Broomsticks = Peanut butter, Bludgers = Chocolate Chip, Quaffles = Oatmeal Raisin and Snitches = Cinnamon & Sugar' in small, neat, ever so slightly slanted letters.


**Made by Rachie! (BanaBatGirl)**

Gazing around the store, you see displays of brooms covering every inch of wall space with just enough room around them so it doesn't look crowded; Each and every broom put out for viewing is different from another, from a series of Cleansweeps to Comets, Firebolts and Nimbus' - you name it, look closer they've probably got it. Of course, they can't put everything out in the open. Best ask if your having troubles finding something, or are simply curious and have a question.

Golden Snitches and Bludgers (for obvious reasons) are both kept in the back room and need a shopkeepers assistance to get for the sake of preventing any possible chaos with either flying objects being set loose in Miss Galanis' store; However just because Beater's Bats and Quaffles can be found in their own respected aisles and sections does NOT mean this is a toy store and children can goof around.

Whistles are on a stand near the counter, quidditch magazines are in their racks towards the front of the store, broomstick servicing kits towards the left and international quidditch team robes and other accessories (meant for fan use only, real robe sets even for school teams are kept safely in the back room) are to the right.

Needing assistance? No worries, atleast one of the two shopkeepers are usually easy to spot around the quidditch supplies store; If not behind the counter waiting to ring up customers purchases, then more than likely either in the backroom or helping someone already. Be patient, they'll be with you as soon as possible.

How can you tell whose a shopkeeper out of the others shopping? Simple! Both Miss Galanis and Miss Oliver wear name tags stating their names and positions and try very hard not to forget to put these on, to save confusion for their customers.

Miss Galanis, you will find, stands at about average height for a young woman. Often dressed more casually than for 'business', she has dark hair and dark, navy blue eyes. Though she doesn't look too much older than a seventh year still attending school which she does not appreciate being pointed out, she is twenty-three years old and more than capable of running her own store, with a bit of help of course. Another sure way to know if your approaching Miss Galanis is by being observant; She always has on a silver script necklace, the letters upon it in greek.

Behind the counter normally found resting peacefully on her perch is an average sized crimson feathed, golden colored beak and taloned Phoenix. Unlike most Phoenixes, this one does not have gold tail feathers. Her name is Runa, and clearly by the looks of it she belongs to a shopkeeper: Artemis, to be precise.

Grace was your average 21 year old witch. Out for adventure, but dodging resposibility. Her sporty disposition made her a natural for the Quidditch world and her dreams came true when she was picked for the professional team of the Appleby Arrows. Unfortunately, during a match with a foriegn team, the opposition goalkeeper didn't take kindly to being outscored continually by her and performed some dark magic on her, which cut short her Quidditch career and also got him kicked out of the sport too. This did devastate Grace, but instead she settled for torturing herself with working for the renowned shop instead and try her hand at other sports instead to try and replicate the rush she got.

She has a dry sense of humour and and quirky sense or style. One moment, she is the height of fashion, the next, a hippy sensastion, the next trainers t shirt and a coy smile - anything goes.

The one thing to remember when it comes to Grace - She may look like a push over, but my, she can be a force to be reckoned with.

OOC: Please do NOT role-play for either shopkeepers, Miss Artemis Galanis (D.A Forever) OR Miss Grace Oliver (Nattie); If this happens we will either ignore or delete the post. Also please keep in mind not everyone is in the same timezone and we do have lives outside of SS, we can't be on all the time but we will reply as soon as we can.

Grace walked into the shop, ready for work. Her hair was blonde today, tied up in a messy bun to keep it out of her way, as she had a feeling that it was going to be a busy one. Trade had slacked of a bit, but now summer was here, she had no doubt at all that the shop would be full, students would be flocking in and eager to see their newest products.

As much as she loved Quidditch, it did pain her to not be able to play the sport she so loved due to an "accident" when she was an up and coming player for the Appleby Arrows. But she knew she couldn't give up the game completely, so the shop would do her nicely.

Grace walked across the shop and threw her bag threw the door to the back staff room, which landed neatly by her locker. "Hey Boss," she grinned, "ready for today?"

TJ entered the shop and paused in the doorway. His green eyes sparkled in excitement at all the quidditch supplies that sat before him. Just as TJ was about to shut the door heard her call after him yet again. “Alright, Grandmother, I will just be a moment” TJ said as politely as he was able, doing his best to assure the old lady that he could make this one purchase without her assistant.

He quickly shut the door, took a deep breath, and headed towards a stack of quidditch books. The smell of leather filled the air, a smell that a young boy could breath in for hours and still not get enough. Reaching for a copy of the Quidditch rule book and Quidditch Through the ages, TJ noticed a sign that listed several quidditch publications. “Excuse me. I would like to purchase these two books and a subscription to Snitch…no, how about Quidditch world” he paused, not able to make up his mind. “Well, which would you recommend?”

Frankie was standing by his counter, checking on some papers when he lifted his head up to see Grace entering the store. Nice kid, he thought happily as he looked back down at his papers.

Eh. He'll take care of those healing courses later.

"'Eya Grace babe," he smirked, leaning on the counter as he looked back at the back. Nice throw, he thought as he looked back at her. "You know it, babe." Frankie winked, coming out from behind the counter. "Ahh the pleasures of owning a shop and having a lovely assistant!" He laughed, putting his arm around her and pulling her into a side hug. "Ain't it great?"

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Originally Posted by tell.your.story He quickly shut the door, took a deep breath, and headed towards a stack of quidditch books. The smell of leather filled the air, a smell that a young boy could breath in for hours and still not get enough. Reaching for a copy of the Quidditch rule book and Quidditch Through the ages, TJ noticed a sign that listed several quidditch publications. “Excuse me. I would like to purchase these two books and a subscription to Snitch…no, how about Quidditch world” he paused, not able to make up his mind. “Well, which would you recommend?”

"Aha! And here's out first costumer, Grace! Quick, get the camera! If you don't mind standing beside me when we take the photo kid... I'm so excited that we're opening for a new day!" Frankie squeaked, clapping his hands. His blue eyes gleamed with excitement. Why wouldn't he be? He loved this job!

"Alrighty then," he smiled as the boy asked him for the two books. "Annnnnd you want a subscription to one of the magazines?" Frankie asked, not wanting to make a mistake. But when the boy asked him what would Frankie recommend, Frankie grinned. "I suggest The Snitch. Better pictures. Although, Qudditch world does have better articles. So it is up to you. Are you a picture guy or an article one?"

"Grace! Where is that camera?!"

Livvy walked into the shop quietly and was surprised when the shop owner was yelling at a lady to get the camera. She gave them a confused look and then began to browse through their book collection. What exactly she was searching for, she had no idea.

Now she needed a new broom, again, why did she kept breaking her brooms? It wasn't her fault, if it wasn't for her cousin then she could still had her beautiful Nimbus safely back at home. But now she didn't, it was all a pile of wood.

The only thing good, was that her uncle was paying for her new broom, whatever she wanted. She smirk as she walked inside and went through the magazines before bringing 'Quidditch International' along with her and the DIY-broomcare book, "Hi! How are you doing today?" she asked, rather excited as she placed the book and the magazine in the counter,"I'd also like a broomstick serving kit besides this..." she said, while pointing at what she placed on the counter, "...with a Firebolt 500" she smiled, and waited for the shopkeeper to bring the broom.

When Mandi left the owl emporium she met her dad and told him about seeing her friend. He said they could meet for ice cream but he wanted her to get her broom first.So they pushed open the door chatting and walked inside. Another student was waiting in line ahead of her so they looked through a quidditch magazine to get the feel of the different broomsand decided on a Nimbus seven thousand. She knew she could not be on the team the first year but she could practice. Her dad put the money on the counter and they decide dot go to Ollivanders!

Frankie moved away from the boy and spotted a girl walking through his store. With a raised brow, he kept an eye on her and then saw her browsing through the book collections. Was she... No, it was impossible.

"OY YOU!" He hollered, pointing at the girl. "You better not steal! I have charmed everything in this shop so they'd beep in alarm if you try to steal them!"

Which was a lie, of course.
Frankie turned away and saw ANOTHER customer. Oh wow they were coming in when he didn't even see them! Does he need glasses? No, no! He will not wear glasses and look like a dork.

Dorks don't date.

"HI!" Frankie replied to the girl enthusiastically, waving his hand like a child screaming because he wants to reach his lollipop. "Alrighttyyyy. Now your totallll shall be 92 Galleons and 3 sickles! If you'll wait here, I'll go get your broom. You may pay my lovely assistant, Barbra. I mean-- Grech--Grace!" He nervously laughed, walking away from the girl and heading towards the back.

Before entering the back room, Frankie stared at a little girl. "My, my, my," he smiled, putting her head. "Before I attend to you child I shall head on back to the dark depths of the store, fight off the cobwebs, bite something... probably a plaster and then come back to you as a knight in shining armor!"

And with that, Frankie sprinted to the back room.

Livvy jumped at the noise of a man yelling at her and gave him a confused look. "What? Steal? What are you talking about, sir?" she asked, a bit puzzled. Did she seem like she was stealing? And charmed everything in this shop to beep in alarm? It seemed quite unlikely, but who was she to say it couldn't be?

Usagi saw the shopkeeper yelling at a girl, accusing her of stealing. She approached him and said politely: "Mister, I would like a broomstick serving kit, a Firebolt 500 and these." She held out a copy of Which Broomstick and a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. "And, honestly, I think I'm not a kind of bossy girl, but you shouldn't yell at her like that. She was just searching for books, not stealing! Is wanting to read books illegal?" Usagi can't help but glare at the man. When it comes to book issues, believe me, her Gryffindor inner lion shows up. House pride.

Kaika raised an eyebrow. Honestly, this was the weirdest shopkeeper she'd ever met. She couldn't help to lean away as he greeted her, but a nervous laugh came to her mouth.

She eyed the little house-elf beside her, and even Crabby looked confused. Good. It meant she wasn't crazy or seeing things. She searched in her bag for the 92 galleons and 3 sickles, and found the exact amount. She grinned and the elf nodded, Crabby knew how long Kaika had been waiting to finally get a broom. "Can't I give you the money?" she almost yelled, as the shopkeeper left to the back room.

She didn't see the assistant anywhere, but she still needed to wait for him to take out her broom, she'll give him the money then.

Grace couldn't help grin at Frankie and his enthusiasm. She looked at the door as their first customer walked in and saw Frankie's response, and chuckled at the boy's astonished response. She nipped in the back and found the shop camera in the drawer to the desk and walked back out, greeted by more customers.

Showing the camera to her boss, she replied "ready?" as she got it into focus, waiting for her hyperactive boss, who she was extremely fond of, and the boy who seemed shocked into silence.

Grace saw the astonished look on the girl's face and tried hard to surpress a smile. "Hiya, don't worry about Frankie, he's a good guy. You looking for anything in particular or just browsing?" She gave the girl a reassuring smile.

Grace watched another girl approach Frankie and lay into him. She raised an eyebrow as she saw the glare she gave him, and became very territorial. "Excuse me, I'll ring those up for you," Grace said, sweetly to the student, as she stepped behind the till and started punching in numbers. "That'll be 93 galleons and 3 sickles, and by the way, Frankie's alright. Just a kidder and not to be taken to heart. However this is his shop and should still be treated with respect!" Grace knew the girl's intentions were good, however, she would not stand by and watch a kid shout at her boss. The look on her face was ambiguous, as she looked a soft girl where butter wouldn't melt, but she had a steely look in her eyes that showed she was not to be messed with.


Grace shook off the bad mood that the other girl gave her and became amused again, this time by the expression on the customer's face. Grace found it pretty odd that she would be accompanied by a house elf in this day and age, but she just shrugged it off.

"Whilst he nips out and fetched your new broom, I'll bag the rest up for you," she offered Kaika, sorting out the bags so it would be easier to carry her items. "That'll be 92 galleons and 3 sickles, unless there is anything more that you would like?" she asked, ringing up the items

Mariel pulled her father through the door, practically running into the shop. "Oh, Daddy, look at all the brooms!" She was in a much better mood now. Buying things - especially expensive things - always made her feel better.

Her father chuckled. "Now, Mariel," he responded, "You know first years aren't allowed on the House teams. It would be a bit of a waste to buy you a broom before you're even on the team, wouldn't it?"

Mariel pouted. She knew she was expected to play Quidditch as did all the members of her immediate family and she fully intended to, but that was still a year away and she wanted a broom now. "But Daddy, I really want the Firebolt 500. It's the best they have here and us Morgans deserve the best, right? And besides if you get it for me now, I can practice with it during the holidays, making me even more likely to make the team." Mariel looked up hopefully at him.

Her father looked down at her hopeful, puppy-dog eyes and sighed. She really did have a way of wrapping him around her finger. "All right," he said, smiling. "Let's go find the shopkeeper and see about getting you a Firebolt."

Coming out from the back with a wrapped broom, Frankie walked straight into the girl he had yelled at earlier. He chuckled at her response and petted her head. "Ahhh you children today. I was a kid once, obviously. And... I did everything you're doing right now. So I'm going to keep an eye on you, kid." Frankie smirked, walking away from her towards the girl who asked for this broom.

"Not a bossy girl, eh?" He laughed, throwing his head back. "Darling, all girls are bossy. Believe me. You women are demanding. I want this, I want that! See at first when you came here you demanded some brooms and then told me that I shouldn't yell at that girl! What does that make you?" Frankie asked her, leaning into her, his eyes twinkling with delight. "That, my dear, makes you a very bossy girl."


Before he was going to give the girl her broom, he was going to take a picture with his first customer! Ahhh the joys of being a shopkeeper! Frankie stood beside the boy, his arm around him, pulling him closer to him. Frankie squished his cheek to the boy's and beamed as if he was a five year old. "Take it now Grace, now, now!"



"I am not a kidder!" Frankie told her as she tried to explain to the girl. "I am a man who... Well, I don't really know. I'm a nice guy. A devilishly nice guy," he smirked, wiggling his brows at Grace.

My, oh my.






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Moving away from the boy, he walked towards the girl, her broom in his hand. "Excuuuusee me!" He called her happily. Although, he stopped dead once he saw the elf that he didn't see at first. "Oh dear," he murmured, rubbing his chin with his free hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" Petting the elf's head, he passed the girl her broom and grinned. "Now, be very careful when you use this broom, kid. It is very fast. Very, very, very fast. Before you go and ride this broom, I want you to sign this!"

With that, Frankie pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket and placed it from the counter. Taking out his wand, he flicked it and turned the piece of paper into a large parchment. "I the buyer am fully away of the uses of this broom. I will use it for my own pleasures, whether it is riding it or putting it on display. I, the buyer, am fully aware of the consequences of falling off this broom and I will NOT hold anything against the shopkeeper whoever it maybe."

"Please sign heeeree, annnnd here!" Frankie pointed to the two spots. He really didn't want to get blamed for anything. People injured by his brooms in St. Mungos doesn't really look good for him as he was still a healer in training.

Before the girl could sign the paper, Frankie caught another man in the store. "Grace, go to the back and find me... uhh... Something large!" He told her, shooing her away. No man was going to take Grace! She was his shop assistant!

"Good day, Sir. And how may I help you and your lovely daughter?" Frankie asked, smiling down at the girl and then looking up at the father. "Would you like some brooms? Books? Magazines? Kits? Robes?"