12-24-2022, 06:46 PM
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SPOILER!!: Regulus Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir  Already close to the Invisibility Cloaks was one Regulus G. Prince. He was once again stuck in Diagon Alley, bored, and trying to entertain himself. For most of the morning he had been determinedly completing a crossword in a discovered Daily Prophet, only to find himself stuck, realise he'd made several errors early on, and decided to go wandering instead (though he'd torn the page out and pocketed it, to fix and retry later). The novelty of sticking his hand between the folds of the Invisibility Cloaks and seeing it disappear had long worn off, but he was back here anyway as part of his routine circuit of the Alley.
Only, he never got to the Cloaks, because when he was still only just in the vicinity, he passed a shelf of nearby Sneakoscopes, and one started to light up and spin and whistle. But only one of them.
Though Regulus would not call anything he was doing, planning on doing, or had been doing until that moment especially untrustworthy, the Sneakoscope evidently disagreed, and was unlikely to listen to reason. He stepped forward and grabbed it, clamping his hands over it to muffle the isolated furore. Sure, it was no longer spinning, and the lights were now just making his hands look like a ghostly disco, and the whistling was a little more restrained... but Regulus would have to put it down again at some point.
He looked around, up and down the aisle, and saw someone else appear at the end of it. "This thing is broken," Regulus called out to them, by way of... greeting? Well on her way towards the invisibility cloaks, Violeta stopped at the sound of a whistle. She slowly brought the list down from her face, only exposing her bright green-hazel eyes. Sparkle, sparkle. She raised a questioning eyebrow at the boy. What, did she look like she worked here? “I don’t work here,” she voiced. So it wasn’t her problem--
Oh, WAIT a minute!
In her nice summer sandals, she hurried over to the boy. “Did you break it?” OOOOH! As she took a closer look to where she was at, it belatedly clicked what shelf they stood by. Sneakoscopes. “Are you up to something?” she said, a sly smile slipping onto her face, wiggling her eyebrows. What was he up to?
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