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Arkie Alderton's Kwik-Repair Shop will fix your broomsticks while you wait. The shop has, over the years, expanded and is now a general repair store. The shopkeeper here will fix any magical equipment kwite kwikly. The shop is oddly shaped, long and thin. There is a counter at the back of the room, covered in tools. Presumably this is where repairs are made though quite often strange, whispered conversations might be observed down that far end of the store.
Near the front is another counter where you can inquire about getting your magical items repaired and pay out of the nose to get them fixed. There is dumpy couch across from it ready for those customers who are waiting for their repairs to take a seat. It smells like rats and occasionally it squeaks alarmingly. There are no windows, save for the narrow panes of dingy glass on either side of the door, and the only light source comes from lanterns floating above, each casting a sickly yellow-green glow on the interior of the shop.
The walls are covered with items in various states of repair. Instead of hooks, each item is held up by a skeletal hand. Those hands which are unoccupied, grab in the direction of anyone who passes by, made even more alarming by the narrow shape of the room. Have a look at the prices for repairs if you dare, but I wouldn't hang around too long if I were you.
Unless of course you have other business.
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A base price of one galleon, with an additional sickle per minute.
Depending on the level of damage inflicted on the item, you may face additional costs ranging from 1-100 galleons.
You'll find The Starry Prophesier In the nook next door and of course the Knockturn Alley Steps will lead you back to the safety of Diagon Alley.
This shop IS STAFFED by Korpsit so please, don't RP for him.
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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.
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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.
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Text Cut: Daphne
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
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.
A tread of footsteps spaced too far apart to be a goblins reached his ears even as he disentangled himself from one of the hands. "Yes, well, who isn't partial to leather? I for one am quite attached to this particular jacket." And yes, he had purposefully intended the polysemy of his wording. He'd had this jacket for years, had indeed grown quite fond of it and wore it quite often when he wasn't in the office. It also was, quite literally attached to his person and so it would behoove him to get the skeleton hands to find something else to snatch at or else they were going to get shrunk to a small enough state that the only things they’d be grabbing at were lacewing flies.
But the hands seemed to get the idea because free he finally was. And since his body was free, so was his attention. He turned to find himself in the presence of, not a goblin, but the witch. Sure, he’d realized it wasn’t a goblin talking to him, but still, it was a bit unusual to find someone besides a goblin in this shop. In fact, he wasn’t sure he’d ever actually seen another human in this shop and maybe he had actually developed some sort of idea that no other humans ever visited this place. The impulse he had was to hesitate, eye up the witch, but his instinct told him to move past her first. So he did. It was a weird slip-slide-side-step boogie, that brought him perhaps a bit closer to that fiery grin and once he was past her he allowed himself a moment to check that his anti-theft charms had held.
Wand? Check.
Wallet? Check.
Badge? Check.
He forgot to check about the sunglasses that were resting atop his salt-and-pepper hair and he didn’t bother about the sneakascope in his pocket. Honestly, if the witch wanted the broken sneakascope she could have it. He could certainly afford to buy a new one. He was only fixing this one because it had been a gift from a friend who was now long gone. In fact, stealing it from him would likely save him a few hundred galleons.
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Having no rebuttal to his statement, her own wardrobe consisting heavily of leather garments, Daphne simple offered a coy little shrug and casual unfurling of one of her hands for dainty emphasis to said shrug. It would have been amusing to see the man go wand to boney finger in the middle of the junk shop, she had to admit, but it was better that the hand held some logical sentiency and wasted no one's time. You could imagine the goblin sized headache that would have ensued were it to stumble upon some of his wares being tampered with.
It was not so unusual for her to run into other humans down here, not was it out of the ordinary for that person to be involved in Magical Law Enforcement. It was almost a tradition, it seemed, that the heads of the department had deals and secrets whispered in the shadows here in Knockturn Alley. Daphne rarely had first hand involvement in any of them, preferring to remain on the peripheries and informed more than anything. The heads had mostly been younger optimists and those that quickly rose through the ranks only to fizzle out after a couple of years, though Upstead had been a change of pace from that...and now...her old housemate.
Though she was uncertain that he recognized her. It had been years and she had faded into oblivion almost immediately after graduating from Hogwarts for the good part of a decade.
Peppered leather was a good look for Magical Law Enforcement.
Her eyes continued to watch him as he attempted to slink by with the grace of a cat with a crooked tail and she couldn't help but clear her throat in amusement while cocking a brow. "Still paranoid I am going to steal your inkwell?" she mused while shifting her weight from one leg to the other so she pivoted more towards his direction. "That stopped being entertaining around the time I was 15." Her slight of hand and dexterous fingers had better things to do with their time now, Hugo.
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Text Cut: Daphne
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Having no rebuttal to his statement, her own wardrobe consisting heavily of leather garments, Daphne simple offered a coy little shrug and casual unfurling of one of her hands for dainty emphasis to said shrug. It would have been amusing to see the man go wand to boney finger in the middle of the junk shop, she had to admit, but it was better that the hand held some logical sentiency and wasted no one's time. You could imagine the goblin sized headache that would have ensued were it to stumble upon some of his wares being tampered with.
It was not so unusual for her to run into other humans down here, not was it out of the ordinary for that person to be involved in Magical Law Enforcement. It was almost a tradition, it seemed, that the heads of the department had deals and secrets whispered in the shadows here in Knockturn Alley. Daphne rarely had first hand involvement in any of them, preferring to remain on the peripheries and informed more than anything. The heads had mostly been younger optimists and those that quickly rose through the ranks only to fizzle out after a couple of years, though Upstead had been a change of pace from that...and now...her old housemate.
Though she was uncertain that he recognized her. It had been years and she had faded into oblivion almost immediately after graduating from Hogwarts for the good part of a decade.
Peppered leather was a good look for Magical Law Enforcement.
Her eyes continued to watch him as he attempted to slink by with the grace of a cat with a crooked tail and she couldn't help but clear her throat in amusement while cocking a brow. "Still paranoid I am going to steal your inkwell?" she mused while shifting her weight from one leg to the other so she pivoted more towards his direction. "That stopped being entertaining around the time I was 15." Her slight of hand and dexterous fingers had better things to do with their time now, Hugo.
Inelegance wasn’t, nor was it ever, really Hugo’s first concern. If it had, maybe he would have taken the more dramatic course of an auror to his current position. Instead, he had always been driven more by his desire not to look stupid. It’s why he had spent a lot of his time at Hogwarts studying in the library and even more time in University studying law and even more time and effort working his way up through the courts. Sure, the auror route was more flashy and probably easier, but his way? Well, it certainly required a good mind.
And a good memory. He hadn’t really needed her comment about the inkwell to refresh it. He just needed a (safe) moment to actually look her in the face. Daphne Flamsteed was a hard person to forget after all. She’d spent most of his primary school years picking on him. And torturing him, although it was likely she didn’t know that particular aspect, especially since he’d kept his particular feelings about her to himself. ”I haven’t carried an inkwell since my Uni-days. But as I haven’t seen you in ages, you probably wouldn’t know that.” Especially since he hadn’t seen or heard much about her in years. ”Lancinating as always, Flamsteed.” Her pivot drew his attention to her hips and he looked up and away, quickly making it appear like he was looking for the Korpsit.
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Despite appearances, Daphne was not innately a malicious person. Ferociously protective and distrustful of everyone who was not her sister, properly tiptoeing around the drain of pistanthrophobia, made it difficult to foster any kind of relationships to anyone not akin to her particular flavor. Daphne was, after all, quite the acquired taste. Teenage boys in particular had proven time and time again to be despicable and more than a few had been on the receiving end of a hex that landed them in the hospital wing and shaking in their school shoes every time she passed them in the school corridor. Outside of Kiera, the only way she exhibited something that could be consider affection was through antagonization and all who were on the receiving end of such displays had her exasperating brother to thank.
"Strikingly eloquent, as always, Hugo," she countered with another shift of her weight once again and her hands shifting to waist so her fingers could casually drum on her hips. "It has been quite some time."
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