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If it doesn't come in a cage or a tank, you will find it on the displays. Aside from the animals available in the store, you can also buy numerous supplies here as well. From health to medicinal to necessities to toys and accessories, you can find anything your new pet may need or desire just by browsing the displays! No matter the pet, you are sure to find a variety of supplies to welcome yours into the family, or pamper an old friend.
Numerous different foods can be found, from sensitive stomach to diet, and regular. If you need shampoo of any kind, they can be found in this area, too. If your pet has fleas or ticks, you can take care of them with a bottle or two. Of course, if you just want your Crup to stop smelling like wet Cruppie, these shampoos can even take care of that! While you're here, check out some of the grooming supplies. Brushes of all shapes, sizes, and materials are available. Snag a smaller brush to fluff up your pygmy puff's fur, maybe a wiry brush to tame your Niffler's hair, and your cat or dog would probably greatly enjoy a dander-snagging brush to keep them smooth and sparkly.
Necessary supplies include such items as tanks, aquariums, cages, travel cages, and more. Make sure to buy everything you need; wouldn't you hate to get home and find out you forgot something? If you need to, talk to the shop keeper to make sure you're buying the appropriate size and type of cage for your new pet. Some animals need much larger environments and some do not do well in certain types of cages.
If toys and accessories are what your pet is desiring, you'll find a plethora! Collars and leashes are just the tip of the iceberg. Your pet can be the most stylish if you pick up some nifty outfits for them. Mix and match the pieces to create a fashionable wardrobe! Booties are available for when the weather becomes too cold for your pets to bear it. All kinds of toys can be found here - from balls to squeaky toys, fake mice, feathers, dangly toys, shiny flashy toys... Your pet will never be bored with this selection.
When you've found the creature you've been looking for, please make your way to the counter for purchase!
If you are looking for animals, please see our creatures room.
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He had meant for Brighton to take the collar. It wasn't uncommon for him to have thought wrong.
Payton gave the collar a couple of shakes while his friend inspected his joking offer with a mixture of disinterest and humor; an odd combination only Brighton Brown could certainly pull off. "I do like furry things," he admitted with a secretive grin. "I hope she keeps that in mind."
Her arrival was announced not by her voice, or the blazing vision of her red hair, but by the sinister sound her heels produced. The click-clacking against the floor of the menagerie produced an arch in Payton's eyebrows. In his mind's eyes he could see the gates of Hell opening up inch by clacking inch, bit by bit, as the sound drew nearer.
He had straightened up by the time she made it to them. "I also like plaid," he told her over his shoulder, tossing the collar lightly at her. Payton pocketed his hands inside his trouser pockets. "I don't care if it's not high fashion."
It seemed that no one wanted her opinion these days and that, quite frankly, put Zoe in a mood. Lately, Brighton and Payton were doing their whole brother thing and she really, really didn't appreciate how they refused to clue her in on their daily activities. Fortunately for her, Zoe was always prepared when it came to her boys--well, men now--and had become somewhat of a professional at tracking them down. She was sure that one of them would say something about her need to constantly be around them, but she didn't care. It wasn't about them it was about her and she needed their validation, like, yesterday.
Coincidentally, Zoe was in need of pet supply things--as Brighton informed her that she would be taking a kitten, and she needed to prepare for her impending motherhood--so she was all smiles when she entered the menagerie and casually strolled around the shop. She took extra care in making sure that her stiletto pumps connected with the ground forcefully to announce her presence. Zoe Avery was anything but subtle when it came to her entrances. As the woman walked around, she heard two distinct, familiar voices and, with a flip of her hair, the red-head made her way over to the two men who gave her the most grief in her life.
"Good to know that you recognize my proclivity for high fashion," she said, slipping in front of them to look at the display.
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He had meant for Brighton to take the collar. It wasn't uncommon for him to have thought wrong.
Payton gave the collar a couple of shakes while his friend inspected his joking offer with a mixture of disinterest and humor; an odd combination only Brighton Brown could certainly pull off. "I do like furry things," he admitted with a secretive grin. "I hope she keeps that in mind."
Her arrival was announced not by her voice, or the blazing vision of her red hair, but by the sinister sound her heels produced. The click-clacking against the floor of the menagerie produced an arch in Payton's eyebrows. In his mind's eyes he could see the gates of Hell opening up inch by clacking inch, bit by bit, as the sound drew nearer.
He had straightened up by the time she made it to them. "I also like plaid," he told her over his shoulder, tossing the collar lightly at her. Payton pocketed his hands inside his trouser pockets. "I don't care if it's not high fashion."
Brighton's grin was wide, a little mischievous, it made his dark eyes crinkle. There were many follow up comments he could have made at his brother, most would have made his mother flush--and slapped him across the mouth several times, but. There were more pressing matters at hand, such as the arrival of the devil's spawn herself, assuming the devil was even real.
Though he had plenty of experience--over a decade's worth, really--to know that he probably was. If anything because that was the only possibly way to explain her existence.
He caught the collar in the air before it reached Zoe, strapped it on. "Thought I smell the sulfur." Then he turned to look at her, grin still fixed in place. "I'm all set, as you can see." It clashed horribly with the teal of his teal cardigan and white of his undershirt. "Forget the plaid, Payton. Don't be common." He wagged his finger at him. "Let Zoe work her magic, or... whatever it is she calls it." Demonic incantations. Rituals? "Plenty of things here for sacrifice."
He had meant for Brighton to take the collar. It wasn't uncommon for him to have thought wrong.
Payton gave the collar a couple of shakes while his friend inspected his joking offer with a mixture of disinterest and humor; an odd combination only Brighton Brown could certainly pull off. "I do like furry things," he admitted with a secretive grin. "I hope she keeps that in mind."
Her arrival was announced not by her voice, or the blazing vision of her red hair, but by the sinister sound her heels produced. The click-clacking against the floor of the menagerie produced an arch in Payton's eyebrows. In his mind's eyes he could see the gates of Hell opening up inch by clacking inch, bit by bit, as the sound drew nearer.
He had straightened up by the time she made it to them. "I also like plaid," he told her over his shoulder, tossing the collar lightly at her. Payton pocketed his hands inside his trouser pockets. "I don't care if it's not high fashion."
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Brighton's grin was wide, a little mischievous, it made his dark eyes crinkle. There were many follow up comments he could have made at his brother, most would have made his mother flush--and slapped him across the mouth several times, but. There were more pressing matters at hand, such as the arrival of the devil's spawn herself, assuming the devil was even real.
Though he had plenty of experience--over a decade's worth, really--to know that he probably was. If anything because that was the only possibly way to explain her existence.
He caught the collar in the air before it reached Zoe, strapped it on. "Thought I smell the sulfur." Then he turned to look at her, grin still fixed in place. "I'm all set, as you can see." It clashed horribly with the teal of his teal cardigan and white of his undershirt. "Forget the plaid, Payton. Don't be common." He wagged his finger at him. "Let Zoe work her magic, or... whatever it is she calls it." Demonic incantations. Rituals? "Plenty of things here for sacrifice."
Plaid? Zoe didn't even hide her shock and horror at that. "That's a crime, and you know it." There was no discussing this; even in the muggle world, plaid was just so... American. The thought of either one of her friends wearing it (and willingly, at that) made her shudder in disgust. Even more offensive? The collar that Payton so lovingly threw at her; thankfully, the gods were on her side today as the sensible one out of their dynamic duo caught the collar.
"Always the charmer," she said to Brighton absently. The woman was so used to their banter that she barely registered when slights were thrown her way. And besides, they were stuck with for eternity and even in the after life so, really, they couldn't get rid of her even if they tried. "One of these days, you both will tempt me and there will be no coming back from that," she warned casually, nudging Payton aside to get a better look at the collar that Brighton put on. "Horrible. It's so ugly, take it off." Her eyes drifted towards a nearby display and she click-clacked all the way over to it - for the drama, y'know - and picked up what looked to be small collar, full of rhinestones, and other cutesy things. "This would look so adorable on my new kitten." She expected both of them to agree enthusiastically with her.
There was a little freedom to happily licking her ice cream without an adult by her side; never mind that Flavia walked only three steps behind her. Nerissa was most uncharacteristically almost skipping down Diagon Alley. There was a definite spring to her step, at least. Acquiring any sort of pet wasn't part of the plan because having a pet had never occurred to her parents, and therefore, it had never occurred to her. It wasn't that Nerissa lacked imagination or had wants of her own; it was just that at a very young age she'd learned it was better, less prone to disappointments, to live within the confines of what her parents set for her.
But her parents weren't around, which was entirely their own doing. Or fault. Definitely fault. And Flavia, in the two years she'd known her, had never been much of an authority figure. So Nerissa saw little problem with planting herself outside the menagerie. She held her ice cream high in the air with one hand, and practically pressed her nose to the glass as she tried to get a better look of a particularly furry cat.
"He looks very off-putting." This was not said as if such a quality was a bad thing. Her grin was small and very slow. "Or is it a she? All cats look the same to me." She paused. "Oh! Maybe it's a kneazle." Her head tilted to one side.
There was a little freedom to happily licking her ice cream without an adult by her side; never mind that Flavia walked only three steps behind her. Nerissa was most uncharacteristically almost skipping down Diagon Alley. There was a definite spring in her step, at least. Acquiring any sort of pet wasn't part of the plan because having a pet had never occurred to her parents, and therefore, it had never occurred to her. It wasn't that Nerissa lacked imagination or had wanted of her own; it was just that at a very young age she'd learned it was better, less prone to disappointments, to live within the confines of what her parents set for her.
But her parents weren't around, which was entirely their own doing. Or fault. Definitely fault. And Flavia, in the two years she'd known her, had never been much of an authority figure. So Nerissa saw little problem with planting herself outside the menagerie. She held her ice cream high in the air with one hand and practically pressed her nose to the glass as she tried to get a better look at a particularly furry cat.
"He looks very off-putting." This was not said as if such a quality was a bad thing. Her grin was small and very slow. "Or is it a she? All cats look the same to me." She paused. "Oh! Maybe it's a kneazle." Her head tilted to one side.
Mercy was still nervous about finding all the books and things she needed for second year but it was not bothering her as much as it did earlier in the day so by the time Mercy and her chaperone made it to the Menagerie. She wanted to look around. The truth was she had never thought about getting a pet and to be honest, did not even know if she was allowed one. She walked to the glass just to see what was inside. The girl with the ice cream looked like she was not even paying attention that much so Mercy chose to move to the side with the least chance of being pelted by ice cream in case she dropped it.
Never be too careful.
It was a nice kneazle Was she talking to her or someone around?
Mercy looked left and right to see who else and well there were people none of them were paying attention
"....uh its a kneazle...you can um tell by the tail and fur"
Well, it could also be a half kneazle and Mercy could totally be wrong.
She shouldn't have said anything.
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Being a fairly lonely child, Nerissa was largely used to talking to herself and this time it was no different. Rhetorical questions, narrating her own thoughts, counting mooncalves until she fell asleep; in such ways she managed to keep herself entertained. So when the other girl supplied an answer, it took her two beats to notice the answer was not, in fact, coming from inside her own head.
It didn't help that that it had been a really quiet voice, too.
She turned, slowly, and a little confused and--well, she wasn't necessarily embarrassed to have been found talking to herself. And, besides, Flavia was not that far off; she could always claim to have been talking to her au pair, if it came to it. But she had the good sense to appear embarrassed, anyway. It was the expected thing, after all. A blush would have probably helped her case, but there was little to be done about the present lack of it; it's not like those could be extricated by sheer force of will. "Oh." She glued her nose to the glass again, trying to get a look at the creature's tail. "How interesting." Back to the kneazle. "Hello. Do turn around. I must see your tail." Nerissa frowned, watching the creature turn to look at them fully and effectively hiding its tail. She knocked on the glass, lightly, then remembered her ice cream and gave it one lick. And another. It looked ready to start properly melting.
"Are they often this contrary?" Contrary. Mama loved using that word, and she especially loved using to complain about papa under her breath. You're so contrary, Ralston. "Can they be trained?" It didn't occur to her that the other girl was, perhaps, not a reliable source of information. Or that it could be construed as rude to peddle perfect strangers with questions. "Oh! If I were to buy it--" or, gasp, help it get lost, "--would I be permitted to take it to Hogwarts?"
Being a fairly lonely child, Nerissa was largely used to talking to herself and this time it was no different. Rhetorical questions, narrating her own thoughts, counting mooncalves until she fell asleep; in such ways she managed to keep herself entertained. So when the other girl supplied an answer, it took her two beats to notice the answer was not, in fact, coming from inside her own head.
It didn't help that that it had been a really quiet voice, too.
She turned, slowly, and a little confused and--well, she wasn't necessarily embarrassed to have been found talking to herself. And, besides, Flavia was not that far off; she could always claim to have been talking to her au pair, if it came to it. But she had the good sense to appear embarrassed, anyway. It was the expected thing, after all. A blush would have probably helped her case, but there was little to be done about the present lack of it; it's not like those could be extricated by sheer force of will. "Oh." She glued her nose to the glass again, trying to get a look at the creature's tail. "How interesting." Back to the kneazle. "Hello. Do turn around. I must see your tail." Nerissa frowned, watching the creature turn to look at them fully and effectively hiding its tail. She knocked on the glass, lightly, then remembered her ice cream and gave it one lick. And another. It looked ready to start properly melting.
"Are they often this contrary?" Contrary. Mama loved using that word, and she especially loved using to complain about papa under her breath. You're so contrary, Ralston. "Can they be trained?" It didn't occur to her that the other girl was, perhaps, not a reliable source of information. Or that it could be construed as rude to peddle perfect strangers with questions. "Oh! If I were to buy it--" or, gasp, help it get lost, "--would I be permitted to take it to Hogwarts?"
Well if she was talking to herself Mercy was sorry for disturbing her. But it didn't seem like she was? No rudeness and all she did was just talk to Mercy. Was the kneazle going to listen to her now. Didnt look like it even with the tapping on the glass. Must be use to it being looked at all day.
"What does that mean...contrary?"
Could they be trained. Mercy had not read anything saying they couldn't. They were intelligent. She knew that so yes. One thing sure she was not ready for the questions. good questions just Mercy was no expert and er barely felt confidents answering the first question.
"I think..they...can....the letter says cat, toad or owl. No kneazles, sorry...i think some people sneak them in"
Dont know if they send the kneazle right back to the parents or let them keep it?
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Nerissa tapped the glass again as she took a couple of licks. The kneazle awarded her by baring its teeth at her and hissing, and she wondered if it expected her to do the same. Would she earned its respect if she did? Regular words seldom worked at home to get anyone's attention, so it stood to reason that with animals and magical creatures in general, it wouldn't be any different. They weren't human, after all.
She opened her mouth, to hiss back. Then caught her reflection on the glass, and remebered she was not alone. It would not be--appropriate, to do such things in public. Or in private. Nerissa didn't know or how it could be construed as improper, but she just knew emulating the sounds made by a four-legged curry creature was just not something mama would approve of, certainly not if there were people watching.
With interest, she turned to the other girl. "I am..." Not sure. I don't know. "Well." She frowned, scrunched up her nose. "Mama uses it, sometimes." Not sometimes. But some things were better left unsaid when strangers were concerned. Or were anyone was concerned, really. "When she's displeased with my papa." She gave her cone another lick. "And papa can be--" she was going to borrow one of her mother's words here, again, "--disagreeable. Just like the kneazle." Come to think of it, they looked alike, too. A little tawny, with some white spots all over their hair. Yes. Definitely like her papa.
It almost made her dimple. And it also gave her an excuse to ignore part of what the girl said; that kneazles weren't part of the list of permitted pets. "They look like cats." Tail aside, anyway. She finished her eye ice cream, gave the kneazle a look, and then gave the girl a look. The one for the latter more speculative than the former's. "I am Nerissa. What's your name?"
Well, that answered one of Mercy's questions. The kneazle did not like people tapping on the glass for long periods of time. Mercy has about to point it out but she stopped anyway. Which was a relief since Mercy didn't really want to point it out?
She was fine just watching.
Oh, it was a word her mom used. That didn't help. Mercy would have to look it up when she got back to her room. Sounded like something you did not want to be if it was used a lot.
"So its used when they are fighting or arguing?"
Interesting word, regardless. Was she still thinking about getting a kneazle.
"Harder to tell them apart than crups and dogs. I'm Mercy. i was just goign to look at the different animals"
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Well, that answered one of Mercy's questions. The kneazle did not like people tapping on the glass for long periods of time. Mercy has about to point it out but she stopped anyway. Which was a relief since Mercy didn't really want to point it out?
She was fine just watching.
Oh, it was a word her mom used. That didn't help. Mercy would have to look it up when she got back to her room. Sounded like something you did not want to be if it was used a lot.
"So its used when they are fighting or arguing?"
Interesting word, regardless. Was she still thinking about getting a kneazle.
"Harder to tell them apart than crups and dogs. I'm Mercy. i was just goign to look at the different animals"
Nerissa had not expected a follow up question to that, certainly not one as--intrusive. She fixed the girl with a curious glance, perhaps now looking at her in a whole new light. "Is there a difference between the two?" Well, she supposed fighting could also include coming to literal blows with a person. Not that Nerissa had ever seen such things at home. Or, well, anywhere. Brawls belong to scandalous books she'd nick from her papa's study to read under her covers, late at night. "Mama would say that they have disagreements, though." Her eyes began to roll, heavenwards, to show just what she really thought about that, but caught herself right on time.
This was still a stranger. Family matters were not to be shared with strangers, certainly not easily. She'd heard that enough times for slips to happen.
Mercy. "Mercy." She smiled, looked at the shop then back at her. "How do you feel about cats?"
Nerissa had not expected a follow up question to that, certainly not one as--intrusive. She fixed the girl with a curious glance, perhaps now looking at her in a whole new light. "Is there a difference between the two?" Well, she supposed fighting could also include coming to literal blows with a person. Not that Nerissa had ever seen such things at home. Or, well, anywhere. Brawls belong to scandalous books she'd nick from her papa's study to read under her covers, late at night. "Mama would say that they have disagreements, though." Her eyes began to roll, heavenwards, to show just what she really thought about that, but caught herself right on time.
This was still a stranger. Family matters were not to be shared with strangers, certainly not easily. She'd heard that enough times for slips to happen.
Mercy. "Mercy." She smiled, looked at the shop then back at her. "How do you feel about cats?"
Where she lived arguments usually lead to full-on fights magical or muggle way it didn't matter. The did get sorted out and stopped by the staff but still, they were interesting to watch. Mercy didnt know if there was a difference
but it really wasn't important and seemed like there was nothing more to say on that "I don't know" Disagreement sounded right. She would never know since she never knew her parents. So the whole thing was interesting in a wow peoples lives were sure different, way.
If that makes sense
"I like Cats better than Owls..i dont worry so much about letters"
She had no one to write anyway and if anything the school had owls anyway.
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~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Gwen had suggested they get a new pet and Jory didn't see why not. His owl, Tobias, was well over twenty years now and getting slower in delivering posts when he was sent to do that. Furball the pygmy puff was almost twenty years old too. He followed his wife into the Menagerie, eyes already trained on the cages and other supplies.
He hadn't the foggiest of what he wanted but he suspected he'd know when he saw it. Or he'd just be happy to go along with whatever Gwen wanted. "I reckon Furball wouldn't mind a squeaky toy,'' he mused aloud. "What do you think, Gwen?"
Gwen had suggested they get a new pet and Jory didn't see why not. His owl, Tobias, was well over twenty years now and getting slower in delivering posts when he was sent to do that. Furball the pygmy puff was almost twenty years old too. He followed his wife into the Menagerie, eyes already trained on the cages and other supplies.
He hadn't the foggiest of what he wanted but he suspected he'd know when he saw it. Or he'd just be happy to go along with whatever Gwen wanted. "I reckon Furball wouldn't mind a squeaky toy,'' he mused aloud. "What do you think, Gwen?"
A new pet!
They were getting a new pet!!
Gwen could hardly contain her enthusiasm. Although she should be acting like the responsible adult now, she couldn’t help but feel like she did the first time she walked into this shop. The time she got Jinx. That time, choosing a pet wasn’t difficult at all; she found the black cat within the first five minutes.
Hmm. What did she think?
‘Sure’, she nodded to Jory. ‘We can browse for some toys and accessories first’. After that, they could go look for their new pet! But what did they want?
‘How do you feel about getting a crup?’, Gwen suddenly said with a smirk, her attention shifting from the displays back to Jory.
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A new pet!
They were getting a new pet!!
Gwen could hardly contain her enthusiasm. Although she should be acting like the responsible adult now, she couldn’t help but feel like she did the first time she walked into this shop. The time she got Jinx. That time, choosing a pet wasn’t difficult at all; she found the black cat within the first five minutes.
Hmm. What did she think?
‘Sure’, she nodded to Jory. ‘We can browse for some toys and accessories first’. After that, they could go look for their new pet! But what did they want?
‘How do you feel about getting a crup?’, Gwen suddenly said with a smirk, her attention shifting from the displays back to Jory.
Jory just stood there, a small smile in place as his eyes locked onto Gwen. She looked so happy and ready to choose a pet. Then again, she did love this place and the animals. If he remembered right, this had been exactly where she had gotten Jinx from.
He'd leave the decision up to his wife since there wasn't a particular animal he wanted. Whatever she chose, he and the kids would like. Jory's eyes were now on a purple squeaky toy and soon he was considering an orange one. Which would Furball like? While he tried to decide, he considered Gwen's suggestion.
"I definitely think the kids would like that. I think they'd like a cruppie more though.''
A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
With Ammonite sleeping in his pocket, Dorian opened the door of the menagerie in search for food for his purple toad. The bag was nearly empty at home so it came at the perfect time that he had to buy a few of his school supplies. A few parchments, couple of quills and his third year books. Third year already, the thought alone was strange. Knowing exactly what food Ammonite liked, he picked it up a big jar of larvae from the shelf and he was about to walk to the counter to pay when he saw tiny clothes.
Curious, Dorian turned his direction and not a moment later he was searching for an outfit for Ammonite. The toad NEEDED a fashionable cloak...now...where is it? Did they even have mini cloaks?
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With Ammonite sleeping in his pocket, Dorian opened the door of the menagerie in search for food for his purple toad. The bag was nearly empty at home so it came at the perfect time that he had to buy a few of his school supplies. A few parchments, couple of quills and his third year books. Third year already, the thought alone was strange. Knowing exactly what food Ammonite liked, he picked it up a big jar of larvae from the shelf and he was about to walk to the counter to pay when he saw tiny clothes.
Curious, Dorian turned his direction and not a moment later he was searching for an outfit for Ammonite. The toad NEEDED a fashionable cloak...now...where is it? Did they even have mini cloaks?
Rylee really had no reason to be in this shop. Only a few days earlier she had been in here getting a bunch of food and bedding and other things for her rat, Neptune. That didn't keep her from wandering through the aisles anyway just in case there was anything new. So far it didn't appear like the shop had anything different.
Not finding anything much of interest, Rylee headed for the exit stopping short when someone familiar caught her eye. "Dorian!" she smiled brightly making her way towards him. She hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk to him after the Dufftown trip.
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Rylee really had no reason to be in this shop. Only a few days earlier she had been in here getting a bunch of food and bedding and other things for her rat, Neptune. That didn't keep her from wandering through the aisles anyway just in case there was anything new. So far it didn't appear like the shop had anything different.
Not finding anything much of interest, Rylee headed for the exit stopping short when someone familiar caught her eye. "Dorian!" she smiled brightly making her way towards him. She hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk to him after the Dufftown trip.
Still searching for a miniature cloak, Dorian piled up the clothes he had looked at in to a messy heap beside him on the table. He would fold them later, he wasn't a horrible person who made a mess and then left. He would have when he was eleven but he was a third year now aka an adult. Okay not really...
With a lime green mini skirt in his hand, Dorian stopped his search and looked up when he had heard his name. Someone had called him, right? He looked around at the other people in the shop but recognized no one until his blue eyes found the Gryffindor near the exit making her way towards him.
"Rylee! hey" he greeted back, a smile also forming on him as he placed the skirt down on the table. He stopped searching for the cloak for a moment to give his attention to the second year. "How are you?"
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Still searching for a miniature cloak, Dorian piled up the clothes he had looked at in to a messy heap beside him on the table. He would fold them later, he wasn't a horrible person who made a mess and then left. He would have when he was eleven but he was a third year now aka an adult. Okay not really...
With a lime green mini skirt in his hand, Dorian stopped his search and looked up when he had heard his name. Someone had called him, right? He looked around at the other people in the shop but recognized no one until his blue eyes found the Gryffindor near the exit making her way towards him.
"Rylee! hey" he greeted back, a smile also forming on him as he placed the skirt down on the table. He stopped searching for the cloak for a moment to give his attention to the second year. "How are you?"
The ginger took up skipping the rest of the way to her friend. "Hi!," she chirped happily. "I'm great! I love being home and getting to spend time with my family." Especially Reese and little baby Saros. Mostly Reese though. "How about you?"
Rylee turned her attention onto the very small clothing on the table and tilted her head slightly. "I wonder if Neptune would actually wear one of these," she giggled trying to picture her rat wearing a little shirt. In her mind he would look incredibly cute but she wasn't sure how easy it would be to get him to wear one. "Are you looking for something to dress your pet up in?" Blue eyes shifted onto Dorian looking him over quickly but not seeing a creature with him. Maybe he didn't bring the creature with him today? Or maybe it was hiding in his pocket or something, which might be possible and not at all strange since she had her rat sleeping in her little bag that hung on her shoulder.
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The ginger took up skipping the rest of the way to her friend. "Hi!," she chirped happily. "I'm great! I love being home and getting to spend time with my family." Especially Reese and little baby Saros. Mostly Reese though. "How about you?"
Rylee turned her attention onto the very small clothing on the table and tilted her head slightly. "I wonder if Neptune would actually wear one of these," she giggled trying to picture her rat wearing a little shirt. In her mind he would look incredibly cute but she wasn't sure how easy it would be to get him to wear one. "Are you looking for something to dress your pet up in?" Blue eyes shifted onto Dorian looking him over quickly but not seeing a creature with him. Maybe he didn't bring the creature with him today? Or maybe it was hiding in his pocket or something, which might be possible and not at all strange since she had her rat sleeping in her little bag that hung on her shoulder.
Dorian let out a small laugh when Rylee began to skip the rest of the way. He hadn't actually seen someone skip in a long time. "I'm okay" he said as he picked up a small t-shirt, not even looked at it because it was not what he wanted to have, and placed it aside. "We didn't go anywhere though. My dad is too busy with work" he suspected that being a single parent was harder than his father let know. "So i'm staýing at my grandparents place, they live near a forest" he liked the forest, there were so many things to do in there.
Neptune? that was obviously the name of her pet but the boy had never seen her with one. "What pet do you have?" he asked as he looked at her, searching for the pet. Maybe the creature was in her pocket like his? "Yes, i'm looking for a miniature cloak for Ammonite" he reached inside of his pocket and took out the purple toad. "Don't worry , he isn't poisonous, my dad used a spell to color him purple. He's just a common toad" but common toad or not, Dorian smiled at the toad....until he began to wake up and he quickly put him back in his pocket before it tried to escape again.
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Accessorizing a new dog was NOT the most important step in owning a new dog (that was apparently training it not to eat your sister's pet snail), but it was pretty high up on the list. Accessorizing ahead of owning said dog was harder, but Chloe tackled it with the same gusto she attacked all tasks.
Meaning, of course, that she had four collars in varying colors draped over each arm, six leashes around her neck, and a nest of chew toys and stuffed toys at her feet. It was the MOST MARVELOUS DAY EVER.
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
Dorian let out a small laugh when Rylee began to skip the rest of the way. He hadn't actually seen someone skip in a long time. "I'm okay" he said as he picked up a small t-shirt, not even looked at it because it was not what he wanted to have, and placed it aside. "We didn't go anywhere though. My dad is too busy with work" he suspected that being a single parent was harder than his father let know. "So i'm staýing at my grandparents place, they live near a forest" he liked the forest, there were so many things to do in there.
Neptune? that was obviously the name of her pet but the boy had never seen her with one. "What pet do you have?" he asked as he looked at her, searching for the pet. Maybe the creature was in her pocket like his? "Yes, i'm looking for a miniature cloak for Ammonite" he reached inside of his pocket and took out the purple toad. "Don't worry , he isn't poisonous, my dad used a spell to color him purple. He's just a common toad" but common toad or not, Dorian smiled at the toad....until he began to wake up and he quickly put him back in his pocket before it tried to escape again.
Rylee smiled. She was always moving and keeping busy in one way or another. Skipping, running, hopping, dancing, whatever got her moving. As long as she didn't have to remain completely still. "That stinks but I know what that's like... my mum and dad as working all the time too so my brother and I are staying down the road at my sisters place. I like it there though cause of the lake and the forest." Rylee began to laugh quietly just realizing that he had said his grandparents home was near a forest too. "Do you go exploring a lot?" She did. Hours upon hours of exploring.
"Neptune is my rat. See, he's in here," she opened her little bag enough that he could see inside where her small gray and white pet rat was sleeping. "I got him so I have a pet with me at Hogwarts since I wasn't able to take Pulsar because he's a fox." Which truly wasn't fair. A cloak for Ammonite? Rylee smiled brightly at the bright purple toad that was pulled out of his pocket. "He's cute! And PURPLE!" She LOVED purple! "Do you like purple?" He had to like purple. Who didn't like purple? No one. That's who.
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Accessorizing a new dog was NOT the most important step in owning a new dog (that was apparently training it not to eat your sister's pet snail), but it was pretty high up on the list. Accessorizing ahead of owning said dog was harder, but Chloe tackled it with the same gusto she attacked all tasks.
Meaning, of course, that she had four collars in varying colors draped over each arm, six leashes around her neck, and a nest of chew toys and stuffed toys at her feet. It was the MOST MARVELOUS DAY EVER.
Derf really had no business being in Magical Menagerie today. Nothing official anyway, but it was a stop he always just HAD to do whenever he was in the Alley. Picketta had doll clothes she enjoyed trying on...and shredding...so he did not really need any accessories for her, and Scamander was a newt of simple tastes. Meaning nothing here needed either. Though he did find himself wandering a little closer towards some of the tank decorations and eyed the plants. He could use some more of those for his tadpoles back home. Or maybe he could just dig around the pond in the backyard and pull some stuff out with his hands again. That was more organic and stuff...
Though he was still turning over a phial in his hand containing a carefully grown and methodically harvested bit of algae looking something when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye - and OF COURSE smiled seeing who it was.
Even more so when he saw what she had in her hands.
"You got one finally?!" he chirped, not even bothering with a proper greeting as he bound his way over to her. "Cause, ya know, I reckon that if you spoke with Professor Wayland once we started school and stuff, you know, about pseudo adopting one of the crups in the barn in like ... the same way I got to work with Picketta AND you were super great in taking care of and nurturing it during the term that he would let you adopt the crup for real. But now you don't NEED to cause --- " and he just naively gestured at all the STUFF she had accumulated.
Because CLEARLY that meant she had one to bedazzle and pamper and love.
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Rylee smiled. She was always moving and keeping busy in one way or another. Skipping, running, hopping, dancing, whatever got her moving. As long as she didn't have to remain completely still. "That stinks but I know what that's like... my mum and dad as working all the time too so my brother and I are staying down the road at my sisters place. I like it there though cause of the lake and the forest." Rylee began to laugh quietly just realizing that he had said his grandparents home was near a forest too. "Do you go exploring a lot?" She did. Hours upon hours of exploring.
"Neptune is my rat. See, he's in here," she opened her little bag enough that he could see inside where her small gray and white pet rat was sleeping. "I got him so I have a pet with me at Hogwarts since I wasn't able to take Pulsar because he's a fox." Which truly wasn't fair. A cloak for Ammonite? Rylee smiled brightly at the bright purple toad that was pulled out of his pocket. "He's cute! And PURPLE!" She LOVED purple! "Do you like purple?" He had to like purple. Who didn't like purple? No one. That's who.
Dorian nodded his head. it did suck that parents had to work when the kids were home. Couldn't they work when they were at Hogwarts and stay at home when they were on vacation? He used to have some trouble about this when he was younger but now he got it a little. There were bills to be paid and food to be placed on the table so he now appreciated his father's hard work. "My dad will be here later on though to buy an ice cream" he said as he checked his watch. "Hey ..uh... did you talk about what had happened at Dufftown with your parents?" he asked carefully as he picked up a tiny vest.
"I'm not really an explorer though, i just like being in the forest. My friend and i made a treehouse where we like to hang out in" he said.
Leaning over to look inside of the girl's bag, Dorian smiled. The rat was cute. But not as cute as his toad. "i like the names you gave them" Neptune and Pulsar.
While he put Ammonite back in his pocket, The Ravenclaw nearly jumped when Rylee became enthusiastic about ....the color. "Purple is my favorite color!" he said as evenly enthusiastic. "Did you know that purple used to be a royal color? many people chose blue, which is SO boring to do, right?" Funny how he was in a blue house. "But i don't know what color matches with purple" he said as he finally picked up a yellow cloak from the pile of clothes. "Do you know?" he asked.
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Derf really had no business being in Magical Menagerie today. Nothing official anyway, but it was a stop he always just HAD to do whenever he was in the Alley. Picketta had doll clothes she enjoyed trying on...and shredding...so he did not really need any accessories for her, and Scamander was a newt of simple tastes. Meaning nothing here needed either. Though he did find himself wandering a little closer towards some of the tank decorations and eyed the plants. He could use some more of those for his tadpoles back home. Or maybe he could just dig around the pond in the backyard and pull some stuff out with his hands again. That was more organic and stuff...
Though he was still turning over a phial in his hand containing a carefully grown and methodically harvested bit of algae looking something when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye - and OF COURSE smiled seeing who it was.
Even more so when he saw what she had in her hands.
"You got one finally?!" he chirped, not even bothering with a proper greeting as he bound his way over to her. "Cause, ya know, I reckon that if you spoke with Professor Wayland once we started school and stuff, you know, about pseudo adopting one of the crups in the barn in like ... the same way I got to work with Picketta AND you were super great in taking care of and nurturing it during the term that he would let you adopt the crup for real. But now you don't NEED to cause --- " and he just naively gestured at all the STUFF she had accumulated.
Because CLEARLY that meant she had one to bedazzle and pamper and love.
IT WAS HER DERF! Chloe dropped all her collars and leashes and things and threw her arms around her favorite Derf person. Maybe hugged him too hard, but it was so good to see him. And to tell him all the things that were happening in her life.
"I don't have one YET, but I went with my uncle to find one and there's a puppy that I think I chose and chose me and she has silly floppy ears and big brown eyes and she can't come home until she's weaned, but yes. Finally, I'm getting my DOG. Not a crup, either, but a plain old mundane doggy dog." She hugged him again and then scooped up all the collars. "I don't know if she's a sweet girl or a fancy girl or a tough girl or a playful girl, so I don't know which collar to get. And then the leash... and she'll need toys! I want her to have everything."
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
Dorian nodded his head. it did suck that parents had to work when the kids were home. Couldn't they work when they were at Hogwarts and stay at home when they were on vacation? He used to have some trouble about this when he was younger but now he got it a little. There were bills to be paid and food to be placed on the table so he now appreciated his father's hard work. "My dad will be here later on though to buy an ice cream" he said as he checked his watch. "Hey ..uh... did you talk about what had happened at Dufftown with your parents?" he asked carefully as he picked up a tiny vest.
"I'm not really an explorer though, i just like being in the forest. My friend and i made a treehouse where we like to hang out in" he said.
Leaning over to look inside of the girl's bag, Dorian smiled. The rat was cute. But not as cute as his toad. "i like the names you gave them" Neptune and Pulsar.
While he put Ammonite back in his pocket, The Ravenclaw nearly jumped when Rylee became enthusiastic about ....the color. "Purple is my favorite color!" he said as evenly enthusiastic. "Did you know that purple used to be a royal color? many people chose blue, which is SO boring to do, right?" Funny how he was in a blue house. "But i don't know what color matches with purple" he said as he finally picked up a yellow cloak from the pile of clothes. "Do you know?" he asked.
Rylee smiled at her friend. "That's cool. At least you'll get to spend a little bit of time with him." She wasn't entirely sure when her own parents were supposed to even return home. It was more like her big sister was the parent now... Rian knew everything that was going on both at home and at Hogwarts. Having parents that were now almost always somewhere on business it was tough to fill them in on all the things going on. "Um.. not exactly? I told my brother and my big sister found out... so she told my parents." She had only kept her mouth shut about it because she didn't want anyone to worry.
"A treehouse? Lucky. We don't have one of those... but we do have the lake to swim in whenever we want." Which she did quite a lot when the weather was nice enough.
Once Dorian had gotten a good peek at Neptune she fixed her bag back onto her shoulder. "Thanks. I like Ammonite's name too." It was really cute.
Oops. Rylee giggled. "Mine too! Well... I like all the colors but purple the most!" She nodded. "Uh-huh. It should've stayed that way too. It's more pretty and noticeable." Purple was bright and pretty. There was no way to miss it. "Oh, lots of colors go nicely with purple. It depends on if you want a nicely complimented combination or something that will really stand out. Black always works but pairing purple with silver is really pretty or a yellowish-gold is nice too." She could go on all day long talking about color pairings if he let her.
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