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Ginevra · 02-13-2021, 10:44 AM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Everard came into the shop directly after the woman. He wasn't following her at all, it was all but a coincidence. She posed no real value to him at the moment, so he wouldn't follow her. The purpose of his visit today was just to... check on things... to see how everyone was faring around here after so long. He heard such good news where he was ~~hiding~~ stationed for the past decade that he dared to make an official, public comeback.

The problem was he was let down by how mellow and counter-chaotic everything was at this stage. Maybe he should've waited a couple more years before he made his appearance? No?

"This is just boring," he murmured under his breath, his fingers grazing one of the vases. He wasn't a fool to fully touch anything around here and have his hand eaten. Again. When he made it to where the woman was standing, he smiled at her a very wide smile. "Greetings madam." No, he wasn't the shopkeeper. "Do you happen to know the name of the shopkeeper?" He asked politely, sweetly. It was better he was warned beforehand if this was Emma's. Or maybe Emma had graduated to become the big scary boss that never operated front desks? Everard would like to know, thank you.

Lucille heard the distinct banshee howl as the door opened and a man entered. "Hello, sir," she greeted calmly at the stranger who seemed somewhat familiar and not in a good sense. At his question, Lucille answered with, "No, I'm afraid I do not as this is my first time here."

Best to keep a calm facade.

02-13-2021, 10:44 AM	#4 (permalink)
Ginevra DMLE Kappa Join Date: May 2005 Location: The Multiverse Posts: 13,042 Hogwarts RPG Name: Persephone Smithfield Gryffindor First Year Ministry RPG Name: Lucille Pembrooke Law Enforcement x5	ooc: Lucille has a feeling about Everard but for some reason she doesn't know why. Oh, how we drift away from our friends. And the ones back home play remember when Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Everard came into the shop directly after the woman. He wasn't following her at all, it was all but a coincidence. She posed no real value to him at the moment, so he wouldn't follow her. The purpose of his visit today was just to... check on things... to see how everyone was faring around here after so long. He heard such good news where he was ~~hiding~~ stationed for the past decade that he dared to make an official, public comeback. The problem was he was let down by how mellow and counter-chaotic everything was at this stage. Maybe he should've waited a couple more years before he made his appearance? No? "This is just boring," he murmured under his breath, his fingers grazing one of the vases. He wasn't a fool to fully touch anything around here and have his hand eaten. Again. When he made it to where the woman was standing, he smiled at her a very wide smile. "Greetings madam." No, he wasn't the shopkeeper. "Do you happen to know the name of the shopkeeper?" He asked politely, sweetly. It was better he was warned beforehand if this was Emma's. Or maybe Emma had graduated to become the big scary boss that never operated front desks? Everard would like to know, thank you. Lucille heard the distinct banshee howl as the door opened and a man entered. "Hello, sir," she greeted calmly at the stranger who seemed somewhat familiar and not in a good sense. At his question, Lucille answered with, "No, I'm afraid I do not as this is my first time here." Best to keep a calm facade.