Emerald was irritated or maybe more annoyed. Her enchanted stationary set had decided to malfunction completely on one of the busiest sale weekends of the year. She didn't like closing her shop in the middle of the day even for lunch, but what could a woman do when the stationary set's faulty magic was causing unnecessary damage to her shop?
With her long brown hair tied back with a red ribbon, the middle aged witch made the walk across the street to Scrivenshafts from Zonkos with her stationary set cradled in her arms. Going up straight to the counter, ignoring the paper smells and the eye-catching products on sale Emerald called out without much preamble. "Hello? Do you make repairs to stationary sets?"
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