Frida grabbed nearly all of her gold coins and set them down in front of her, stacking them in tens.
'Forty...fifty...one, two, three.' "That should be everything there." Frida said and eyed the players she was about to purchase and pushed the gold coins towards the vendor. "And the broom sounds like a good idea. Though you may be selling me another one by next year if Ian likes flying as much as he says he does now."

MERLIN, THIS WOMAN. THIS. WOMAN.

"You're also allergic to chocolate, Holland." He gave her a quite stern look, his other hand raising to undo her fingers from around it so he could take it. "I understand that you like it but you won't like how you feel afterwards. We'll get you some imitation chocolate ice cream later, but... this is not imitation stuff and you can't have it."

Because then he'd feel bad and he'd have to run the booth by himself. And that would just make everything horrible and there would be NO HOLLAND TIME and it would just all-around be no fun. NO FUN HOLLAND KENNING.

"Why don't you get the strawberry stuff? You like fruity stuff."

Especially apples.

Marco pulled out a training broom and resized it. You couldn't fly on a three inch broom. "There you go," he said, handing over the bag of 14 players and the broom. "I wish my cousin would take an interest in flying. He just watches the games. Bit useless really. I think he is into musical theatre. Strange lad." He smiled, "I am always at my shop. I would be glad to see you stop by."

"Yes, well, as long as he's happy with what he's doing, that's all that matters." Frida said kindly and took the bag, which was a lot lighter than she expected.
"Thank you for your help." She said with a polite nod and left the vendor, taking her shopping bag full of fun things for her nieces and nephews, and leaving half of her money with the vendor.

Taking a lick off the ice cream, Hiroki dug in his pocket and pulled out a galleon, holding it out for her to take. Silly girl didn't think he wouldn't pay for her to get different ice cream? Guh, this Holland Kenning. His girlfriend was truly strange.

"Go get yourself strawberry or something." He craned his neck to look at Avery's sign. "Beater Berry Crunch, or the Seeker Snaps stuff. If you come back with chocolate again I'll just take it."

A sign. He had one in one of the boxes, didn't he? Somewhere. SIGN?! He peered into the ink box. He'd... shrank it so it wouldn't be irksome to carry, where had he put it?

"Hey hey hey," he protested, reaching out one hand to poke her in the side as he rummaged past the inkwells to the bottom of the box. "Don't call me Sir. Ma'am."

Because ma'am was designed to make people feel old, just like sir was. He smirked, and finally his hand emerged from the box with the sign. It was small enough to sit in the palm of his hand right now, but... hmmm. A little tap of his wand and it expanded to its proper size.

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"I didn't write everything on it, I figured people would realise we had some regular stock with us as well as the special stuff." Propping it up on the counter, he shot her a grin. "Looks okay, right? Even without... glitter."

Holland wasn't going to insist on glitter, was she? Really? This was Quidditch. Where would she get glitter right now, anyway? At least that would solve the problem in itself. There were no glitter salespersons readily available.

Iridesca wandered through the vendors while she waited for her niece to arrive from Hogwarts. She figured this would be the best way to keep her mind busy and possibly to meet some new friends. She had set her mind on getting Satine a surprise before she arrived later on in the day.

As she wandered through the crowds, she saw something that instantly caught her eye....she headed straight for a nearby booth yelling about her niece's favorite new animal. Satine had been begging for one for months.

"Scuse me sir, did you say you have pygmy puffs in the team's colors?" she said with a smile pushing her blue bangs behind her left ear. "How much? And what exactly is the care for them?"

This was definitely going to be an interesting experience considering that he was pretty much going to attempt to handle this on his own. Brett bent down below the bookstall that had been set up along the many other tables in vendor row. He had copies of Quidditch related books including ones about the history of the QWC and autobiographies of some of the more famous players such as Hot Scot: Quidditch, My Life by Colin MacKenzie; and Golden Dreams: A Life Unexpected by Maximus Vindictus.

Trading cards were also spread out on a large table; each showing a photo of the player while listing statistics on the back such as the year they entered the league, position, and other points of interest.

On another table were book covers depicting players from each country that were participating in the QWC. On the side of these covers were bookmarks; some generic with 441st Quidditch World Cup flashing with the primary colors of each team; and some specific to players on the team. These bookmarks are available to be purchased separately or are being given free with purchase of a gift set of books.

Straightening up, Brett unrolled a large sign with the name of the shop written across it in large, bold letters.

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Satisfied with the setup, he plunked himself down in the chair behind the table and surveyed the scenery, waiting for his first customer.

Kristin...and everybody else of course. ^___^
 

Avery grinned as Hadley ranwalked quickly towards the booth. She missed Hiroki, but was so happy for him. He deserved that Shopkeeper position. She was, however, extremely excited to get to know her new assistant. She seemed like a really sweet girl and a hard worker.

"I thought I would concoct some new flavors just for the World Cup. They are actually all delicious! Ive made up small cups for you to sample." Avery grinned slightly. She loved her job, and loved that she could introduce someone new to the art of making ice cream.

It didn't seem to take too long after she'd set up for Melanie to arrive after the booth, and Brenna smiled at her assistant as the blonde walked up. "Good. Hopefully we get some customers soon," she said as the younger girl spoke, before a thoughtful look crossed her face. "Hmm, well, unless you can think of anything else we need, it seems both of us are stuck with nothing to do," she mused aloud, before she noticed the little puppy in Melanie's arms. "Awww, is it yours?," she asked, as the puppy continued looking around. "Girl or boy? Anyway, I guess you can set up a little place for it or something. Something to do while we wait." It seemed surprisingly slow at this end of the path, but there wasn't too much she could do about that, beyond trying to roam and drum up business.

And then as she heard a click, she turned around, her dark hair swishing over her shoulder, to see a woman with a camera. Who was then speaking to her, and she smiled as she brushed her hair back again. Maybe next time there was nothing to do, she should locate a ribbon or something to pull her hair back. "Hi, and welcome to Madame Malkin's little home-away-from home. A jacket for England? Certainly," she said in a friendly voice, before glancing over at Melanie again. "Do you want me to get it or do you want to?," she asked in a low voice before turning back to the customer."That'll be 4 galleons, unless you'd like to look at some of our other merchandise. It's all very festive, really." It seemed there were practically as many colors in their little booth as generally was in most of the shop in DA, discounting the special orders of course.

Samples! But which one was Hadley going to try first? They all looked sooo good. She started to grab for the Keeper's Hoop, it had little hoops in it. Ooo, but there was strawberry ice cream, so she switched direction and went for the Beater Berry Surprise, but suddenly stopped when she saw it; Chaser's Chocolate Pie! Chooooocolate!!

Eyes wide, Hadley grabbed the sample cup. Her eyes went even wider with the first spoonful. 'This is so good!' And of course she was eating it too fast, 'Brain freeze.' She was going to love this job!

Avery grinned as she watch Hadley try to chose which one to try first. She, of course, had tried them all already, and absolutely loved them all. Finaly hadley chose the Chaser's Chocoalte Pie, which happened to be her favorite....dude. Chocolate. Duh.


Giggling slightly, she replied, "Hold the bridge of your nose that makes it go away faster. Slow down, its not like you wont get more." Avery winked and then turned to look out into the crowed.

Hadley held the bridge of her nose. It actually worked! No more brain freeze. You do learn things working at an ice cream parlor. She would have to remember that when all the costumers come.

If anyone comes. It was still early. And as soon as the kids and quidditch players. Heehee, the famous quidditch players. Hadley was looking forward to seeing them. Yep, she even brought her camera. Perhaps she could take a picture of the players eating their ice cream! 'Has any of the players shown up yet?' Hopefully she didn't miss a chance for a photo-op.

Leaning his elbows onto the counter, Fred waggled his eyebrows at the young woman in front of him. "I surely did at that Miss." He pulled the cage over so that the woman could choose the one she wanted. "They're going for a bargain price of seven galleons and all they require is food and water. I also sell the special food pellets they eat. One jar will cost you a galleon." Fred poked his finger into the cage and one of the pygmy puffs began to nuzzle his finger. "Oh and don't get them wet, they don't like that."

Iridesca smiled at the man as his eyebrows moved awkwardly and then looked into the cage. Following the lead of the man, she slowly put her finger into the cage and let a pygmy puff nuzzle her finger as well. She listened to his explanantion about the proper care and his warning about getting them wet. She giggled a little bit about that thought...trying not to look like she was laughing at the man, she explained..."Have you ever seen the muggle movie, Gremlins? There's a little fuzzy animal on there called Gizmo and if you feed him after midnight he makes these horrible creatures called Gremlins and if you get them wet they multiply" she said as she pulled out her wallet from her sequined purse....pausing as she pulled the money out...

"Please tell me that this pygmy puff isn't going to multiply or create ugly creatures......." Iridesca hoped he got why she was laughing...

"Okay, well let me have two....one from each team color and two jars of food...that way I get one and my niece gets one.....do we need a cage for them or are they free roamers....o and what about potty trained...do I need like kitty litter or what?" she hoped she wasn't asking too many questions.

Charlie walked onto vendor row with Briony, their hands still intwined. He looked at her and smiled. "So would you like to browse?"

Catching the odd expression on the customer's face as she tried to get her hair out of her eyes, Brenna lowered her hand slowly. Something told her this woman was getting entirely the wrong idea about her simple gesture. But seeing as her question about if the woman had wanted anything else was answered soon after, she let her worry fade to the back of her mind. Smiling as she reached over to take one of the jackets in England's colors off the rack, since it seemed Melanie was occupied elsewhere. Probably with her cute puppy, but she didn't blame her there, she exchanged it for the four galleons. "Alright then. One jacket supporting England," she said, keeping her voice friendly. Even if she couldn't change whatever opinion this woman had of her, she wasn't about to give up. "If you want me to be entirely honest, I'm not that much of a fanatic either. But I have to be here for those who are, right?," she said then with another smile, as if she was letting the customer in on whatever it was she was doing. Especially since she was holding a camera, and odds were, that meant she worked for the Prophet. She wasn't about to get on the bad side of anyone there.