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MO Moke
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| Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN SPOILER!!: Ram and Ray Quote:
Originally Posted by Tegz It was official now: Ramiel Skeres was a resident of Diagon Alley. A working resident in fact. He'd taken an inventory of general items in the store and found that there was a bit of a shortage of some things, at least by his standards. So he had a list and some errands to run. Adulting, essentially. For no particular reason, he started at the stationery store. Hopefully he could open an account, that would make things easier.
He glanced up at the tinkling bell briefly as he pushed the door open, and stepped out of the entrance, adjusting his glasses before looking around, not sure where to start. Counter he supposed. Talk to the shopkeep first. Quote:
Originally Posted by Jessiqua With the stubborn spot on the counter now cleaned, polished, and buffed, Ray looked up as the bell tinkled. The man walked up to the counter, and Ray offered a welcoming smile. "Hello Sir," he said. "Can I offer you assistance?" Show him just how many colour mixes of ink he could offer, and let him feel the high quality of parchment he offered? Frankly, Della had broken her wand. Well, to be even more frank, she had lost her wand first. Or maybe it had been broken before she lost it. Whatever way it shook out, when Della found her wand after a month and a half of it being unnoticeably absent, she buckled down and decided to head to Diagon Alley to see what could be done.
...three days after finding it. What? Life was busy and so was she.
But before making her way to the wand shop, she stepped into Scribbulus. Her wand was still going to be broken whether or not she made a quick detour. And Della was in need of some more glow and the dark ink. It was the best kind of ink to scribble fake moustaches on Teddy at parties.
She bounced into the shop with a grin and waved at the familiar shopkeep, "Afternoon, Ray!" Then, she addressed the man she didn't know at all, "Afternoon, Not-Ray!"
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