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Ali! Mo loved the smell of dusty old vinyl and desperation! Like... he felt that some people made their way into shops like this in hopes of spotting a celebrity or some such. Hilar. The former Ravenclaw pulled a hand through his hair as he ducked into the record store to escape the chill. GAWD. He missed Santorini. So much. But life had a way of kicking him in the... teeth sometimes. Could be worse, though. He could be in this country permanently, yeah. Swearing softly in Greek, the man blew on his hands to try and regain feeling, and cast a glance about. |
SPOILER!!: The Greek Guy! <3 Jory was not very much into music but that didn't mean he missed listening to certain bands and singers from the Muggle world. Coupled with the fact there was a new music store opened, he did not want to miss the opportunity to check it out. Deciding that he would also surprise his wife with some romantic music, he stepped into the shop. The Auror didn't know where to begin. The shop was so full of musical things! He began browsing but upon hearing the soft mutterings of foreign language by the man close to him, Jory looked up. "Something the matter?'' he asked curiously. By the tone of the man's voice, he suspected something was up. |
*throws a Stemp out there* After having seen to it that Ringo was okay to talk Lilah and sort her out (and by that, he meant ditching them as soon as they'd reached the Leaky by Floo powder), Corbin paused only to fix his hair - the ash from fireplaces was not a good look - before heading directly for Atticus'. If there was a better shop in the Alley, then Corbin had yet to find it. He also liked the fact that everything seemed to be in a different place each time: it meant he was always finding gems. Thumbing through a stack of Muggle Rock, he wondered what new favourite he would come across today. How did he get famous? |
Open! <3 Being almost 15 was a blessing in disguise for this Ravenclaw. He had been able to shed his younger sister with the reason that he needed to speak to some shopkeepers for a school project, and his mother had already given up on her hating him to let him do it. So..Brinlee-free and mother-free, Rooney Bronwyn was finally able to stretch his fingers through the selection of music here and even listen to a little bit in an attempt to destress after the gut-kicking three months he'd have. Plus, he needed some new inspiration for any spontaneous pieces he would have to perform at WADA this summer, something he was ridiculously excited for and couldn't bear to still be weeks away from. He just had to make up properly with Liv first. Be best friends again. And then keep Minnie on his side, or just call things quits with her. Making effort with so many girls was hard. Life wasn't supposed to be hard at 15. |
For Elle! Colt was doing his thing wandering around Diagon Alley hoping to find some new stores. As he wandered he came across a jewel piece. He saw a music shop. His eyes went big and he was grinning like a kid in a candy shop. Now this was awesome. He walked right in without no hesitation. He opened the doors and smelled the vintage vinyls. The best smell in the world. This brought the slytherin back memories of being in New York city and going to old record shops. He began to make his way through the aisles. He was skimming the records to see what artists this place had. Hopefully they had good ones. |
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Except they hadn’t been completely out of her thoughts, as she had found herself investigating the music shop that had recently appeared in the Alley. She didn’t play herself, but she knew both Kelly and Nat did. Plus, Ash liked to think she was a musician, which gave Elle the idea that maybe she could find a gift or two. Therefore, she set out to simply wander the aisles, looking at everything and nothing while waiting to see if anything would jump out at her and give her an idea. Except instead, she found herself accidentally bumping into a boy perusing the records. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said softly, stepping backward and finding herself running into the display. Thankfully nothing fell. |
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“Honestly? I don’t know. I wasn’t really looking for anything in particular. Just a few gifts, maybe,” she replied. She pretty much listened to all music. She had never really thought about specific types of music that she liked. Plus, she doubted that Kelly and Nat’s band had any records here yet. |
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Colt nodded and shrugged in agreement. "True I wasn't walking, I was just buy admiring all these albums." he said still scrolling through them. Man they had everything he liked. He was surprised they had muggle vinyls here too. As he took in her details, he saw a little hedgehog poke its head out. That didn't go unnoticed. He smiled and pointed towards it, "Nice hedgehog ya got there. What its name?" It cute sort of thing. A few gifts? He offered his assistance. "Well I could offer my assistance. I mean you just have to know what kind of music they like.." he said scanning the bin. He held up one vinyl. "Does he/she like pop/punk?" |
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She hadn’t thought that Marvin was that noticeable, but then he had been paying a lot of attention to her appearance in general. “Oh, his name is Marvin. Like from A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?,” she replied, tempted to reach inside her bag and take the hedgehog out. The only thing stopping her was the fact she didn’t know what the shopkeepers might think of an animal in the shop. Her hedgehog was hardly as depressed as the character from the book, though. “Um, well, it’s sort of more than one person? My sister likes a lot of music, more of the popular stuff than anything else though, and then the others you probably know. Kelly and Nat? They have their own band?” She was almost certain he was a Slytherin like she was, so he ought to know her dorm mates. At least he ought to know about the band. |
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Now that he was connecting the dots, he questioned, "So wait you are a Slytherin too? How come I haven't seen ya around?" |
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He wasn't sure if Atticus's Attic was around before or if he just hadn't noticed it last summer, but he thought it was really cool. The twelve year old was actually here to look at instruments, though he was not sure if they actually had any, but he was soon distracted by the collection of albums that he noticed first. There was another kid there about his age, but he had enough room to start looking too. Oh, they had muggle music here too? That was cool... He began thumbing through the selections, stopping when he found one that looked interesting. "Oh sweet... Misplaced Rage." Was this a limited edition? |
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She had blinked when he had spoken again. “Huh? No, like Wizarding rock and that sort of thing. What’s billboard top 100’s?,” she asked, completely confused and feeling awkward. Yet again. At least she hadn’t backed into the display a second time. Plus, he in fact did seem to recognize the names of her dorm mates. “You didn’t go to the show they had in the Rom of Requirement last term?,” she asked softly. She’d felt like everyone had been there. “They play a lot of covers still, but they’re working on original songs now too.” Spending months in the same room as them did provide her with a sort of inside information in the end. And he also seemed to realize what she hadn’t said. “I don’t really get out much,” she replied, feeling a blush creeping up onto her face. |
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So this band she was talking about had a show in the Room of Requirement? He didn't not get the memo. "Nahh I didn't. I think I saw it on the bulletin board in the common room but never got around to it. I think my friends were doing something else that night." By something else he meant doing graffiti in the courtyard. "What kind of covers do they do?" he was curious now. Maybe they did cover of muggle songs. "Trust me I don't get out that much either. We got that in common.." he muttered and still scanned for the right CD to buy. |
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His answer to her question about the Sirens concert was interesting, too. “You think they were doing something else?,” she asked, curious once again. If he’d seen the notice, and he at least knew of the girls in the band, she couldn’t see why he wouldn’t have gone. Obviously he appreciated girls, if she’d read his earlier scan of her own appearance correctly. She’d shrugged as he asked about their music, though. “I’m not sure. There’s some Wizarding stuff. The Dead Kneazles, anyway.” There had been that big thing when the actual band members had shown up at the show after all. But she supposed some of the songs might have been Muggle songs as well. She didn’t know for sure. “Do we?” That seemed surprising. |
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She seemed shock they both had something in common. "Yeah we do. I mean I don't really see it as a bad thing." he shrugged. He found his album he had been looking for. "Aww sweet they have Blink 182 here.." he grinned with joy. "Do the people your finding gifts for like this band?" he pointed to the vinyl. |
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Music was the most precious form of art, though. Noticing an old Catfish single, the thirteen year old began to hum it slightly, before stopping, and looking up at the other boy. "What was that?" He'd said something. Maybe Corb had misheard. |
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Especially given that he’d already said they had something in common, but it seemed like only that one little thing. “I never said it was a bad thing.” Although it seemed like, even though she was much shyer than her dorm mates, it seemed like she still knew more about Hogwarts than he did. “Who?” Back to Muggle bands, she guessed. Oh well. “I have no idea.” She was starting to think she should just abandon her gift idea. Either that or just finding it here. |
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This girl seemed a bit annoyed by him. He was getting the feeling she wasn't up to the gift idea for music anyways. He shrugged and suggested, "Do you want to go to another store then?" |
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The twelve year old looked up as he heard a voice. Oh, was the boy talking to him? "Misplaced Rage," he grinned as he held up the album. "I was just excited to find them... you know them?" It'd be really cool if he found another fan, but he wasn't sure many would know the muggle indie band. "Anyway, I was just looking to see if there were any more by them." No such luck so far though. |
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The thing she was most irritated by was the idea that he had a rude part of himself. Since the whole conversation had started off so nicely with him offering to help her. That seemed at odds with his statement that he hadn’t cared about going to the concert to support their housemates and she was still trying to understand that. Plus, there was the frustration at realizing that she really didn’t know what anyone would like, especially since she hadn’t needed to buy gifts. Ash’s birthday wasn’t for a while yet and she’d just felt like Nat and Kelly might like gifts. “I don’t know. It was just an idea anyway.” Maybe it would be better to just stick to the list. |
for Lauren :3 So...he had never been in this shop before. Usually when he was down this area of the Alley, Derf's attention had been drawn towards Quality Quidditch Supplies and that was all they wrote. While the lure of flipping through more magazines and rereading all the interviews of a certain Alice Woah. Okay...what WERE half of these things? Picking up one of the record jackets, Derf pried it open with his fingers and peeked inside at the...er...large flat black donut-y thing. He TOTALLY knew about muggle things...just needed to, er, remember what exactly this was. |
Mj Summer was always the best time. Natalia couldn't be having a better summer. Her internship was going great and she had gotten so many opportunities with it, but she still liked being at the shop and she enjoyed being around Atticus. Hello did people see the man and how hot he was? Plus he knew so much about music and was really cool to work for. She had walked into the shop and started to look around. It was her day off, but of course Natalia was drawn to the music and to the shop. Her eyes moved towards the bands. She knew all the musicians by heart and knew the order they were all in. Finding some that weren't put back correctly automatically Nat was rearranging the items. So maybe she was a bit obsessive of things being in place, it wasn't a bad thing now was it. |
His favourite shop in Diagon Alley was obviously the first one he hit up when his parents sent him to go and get new robes. He was sure that someone He meandered over to the rows of vinyl records, flicking methodically through the LP's and casting glances over at the recording studio every so often. What he'd kill to get in there one day, but as much as he'd love a band, Did they have any Radiohead? He was feeling that lately. |
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What a great summer this was. Yes it was! Cornelius Orion Baltazar was a FREE man. Last summer he'd been grounded for speaking his mind -- when parents say to speak what's on your mind and then ground you -- and had spent most of his days locked up at the Baltazar estate. This summer though, it was different. Was F R E E . So here he was. At the music shop. Which wasn't a strange thing. When the boy wasn't out on the pitch he was following beats. On this specific summer day, the curly-head bopped his head into the shop, fingers tapping a beat on his thighs. Deeper into the shop he went, Cornelius spotted a familiar curly head bro. Corbin Stemp. The dude who'd helped him drop water balloons on girls with white shirts. On accident, of course. One of the two was trying to catch them and 'unfortunately' dropped them. Woopsie! "Hey, Corb. 'Sup?" Cool bro nod. Long time no see. |
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