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sweetpinkpixie · 02-03-2023, 06:22 AM

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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

It’d been a while since he’d visited Knockturn. Before he had taken the Department head job, Hugo used to make it a point to stop down here at least once a month. It was amazing what a lawyer could learn just from having a drink at Moribunds or by popping into Borgin and Burkes. Today though? Arkie’s to get his sneakascope fixed. Sure he could have taken it someplace else, but it gave him a reason to pop down to his second favorite London Alley.

That being said, this was not particularly his favorite store. As a hand tugged at the collar of his leather jacket, he poked at it, then turned so that another which was creeping towards him, didn’t grab his shirt. ”Watch it bud,” he told another. ”I’m not above using a freezing charm on you…” He managed to get the hand holding his collar to let go with a good strong wrap of his knuckles. The hands didn't freak him out - much - but he was mostly worried they might ruin his clothing.

Goblins.

She hated working with them and even less working for them. Gringotts curebreaking was simple a means to an and, as was associating with Korpsit who would milk every knut from her that the grotesque being could manage. It was why she rarely dabbled in the affairs of the repair shop and only came here when she was desperate - which was something that the goblin knew full well and thus today all her knuts had been sucked dry. She was skeptical that the repairs had been done properly and would not put it past the creature to leave something unattended just for the excuse of knocking her an additional couple of galleons. She may need to weasel an analysis out of her nephew the next Hogsmeade weekend, much as she hated to admit it. The kid was incredibly gifted and if she kept nurturing him just right she would have no need for Kospsit any more.

Whirling out from one side of the shop and previously hidden from view by various large pieces of half constructed vanishing cabinets and shattered mirrors (mirrors she had used briefly to apply a fresh coat of Fiendfyre Red to her lips), her heavy black dragonhide boots carried her across the dusty wooden planks of the floor towards a rather humorous sight of the department head of Magical Law Enforcement having quite the spirited exchange.

"Never took them to be partial to constitutional leather," she mused while her arms folded across her chest and her hip leaned against some taxidermied creature or another - it was hard to tell since it was so deteriorated at this point.

02-03-2023, 06:22 AM	#3 (permalink)
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