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At the end north side of the street of Diagon Alley, sandwiched between Quality Quidditch Supplies and an intersecting alley that leads to Knockturn Alley, sits a small building made of light grey stones. A peal of small bells made of gold tinkle together in a rather quiet unison as the glass door of the shop opens and reveals the stationary supplies store, which is brightly lit thanks to the front glass window that allows sunlight to filter inside the shop. The smell of the store is a surprisingly pleasant combination of wood, old parchment, ink and, shockingly enough, scented candles.
Every single inch of the store seems to be crammed with shelves full of the artifacts sold at the shop, and though it might look and sound messy, the place is surprisingly organized, and whatever item that costumers might be looking for, can undoubtedly be found easily; rolls of parchment, stationery sets, quills made of the most unthinkable and exotic feathers, and every imaginable sort of decorative paper -– you think of it, and this store has it. Inks are the place's specialty, and as such, here you'll find ink of every colour and style that you could possibly imagine.
Behind the tall and smooth wooden counter, the shopkeeper can normally be found. With a frown on his forehead, the shopkeeper is usually busy sorting through piles of parchment, which would be stock orders, bills, magazines, or just plain letters that have been addressed to him. This is the place where you come if you are in need of help, or to pay for the items you wish to acquire at Scribbulus Writing Implements.
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Quills Standard Quills
Barn & Tawny Owl [3 sickles 10 knuts]
With her list of school supplies neatly tucked in her purse, the youngling made her way to the Scribbulus shop. Etta smiled and her eyes scanned the shop in complete awe. Diagon Alley never ceased to surprise her or perhaps this go-around life wasn’t so complicated as last year.
With the tinkle of the bells Etta made her through the shelves. There was so much to see and so much she wanted to buy! In no means was she affluent, but her big sister did give her a hefty allowance for her school shopping (her sister was not far, surely keeping a close eye on the young Slytherin). Etta’s first stop was with the quills!
“Do I want a standard quill or one of these fancy ones?” Etta had a habit of expressing herself out loud, albeit in a quiet voice without noticing it sometimes. ”Spell-checking quills? Ooooh! That would really come in handy.” She most definitely needed this in her arsenal. ”You’re coming home with me.” The youngling excitedly pointed out before heading to the next shelf.
Moving to the inks, there were so many to choose from! Oh my goodness where to start?!
Glow in the dark ink! M’what?! Mind blown. Disappearing and scented inks? Would these be practical?
M’yes!
Besides getting the standard ink, Etta would splurge a little and take one of the cooler ones (in her opinion). The real would be, which one?
With her index finger lightly tapping her chin, Etta’s eyebrows furrowed. Deep in thought.
For the past he-didn't-even-know-how-long, Yves had been in the kind of 'want to do everything' mood that often got him in trouble. At Stemp House, this meant a lot of wandering aimlessly but energetically between rooms and hassling the staff for a trip to Diagon Alley. More often than not, he found his wish granted, or at least found that there was already a trip he could tag along with. It wasn't until today, when he'd been asked directly by one of the care workers how it could be that he didn't have all his supplies yet, with all his trips to London, that Yves remembered he had any supplies to get at all.
So, even though the quill and ink shop was not the first place he'd have directed himself to, Yves headed that way - mostly because today's chaperone had literally turned him and nudged him in this direction. After he got new ink, though, he'd be off to do whatever happened to take his fancy.
Yves was barely inside the shop, however, when his attention was diverted by someone speaking. Quietly, but definitely speaking, and apparently to no one. He recognised the speaker from school; they'd been sorted in the same batch, and into the same house, though this girl was in the year below him. A dorm mate of Phoebe, then.
Taking the quiet mutterings as his cue, Yves approached and followed the girl towards the huge array of ink bottles lined up on the shelves, where he stood beside her.
"Colour-changing ink, yes, that one would be fun," he said at once in his thick French accent, smiling wide and pointing at the ink in question. Not that she'd asked him anything, or said anything he'd might have been responding to. He'd just seen the expression of 'deep thought' and made his assumptions about what she could be deliberating over, and promptly dispensed with any and all context. "Or scented, though I am guessing it depends on the scent, no?"
Oh yes, and: "Hello!"
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For the past he-didn't-even-know-how-long, Yves had been in the kind of 'want to do everything' mood that often got him in trouble. At Stemp House, this meant a lot of wandering aimlessly but energetically between rooms and hassling the staff for a trip to Diagon Alley. More often than not, he found his wish granted, or at least found that there was already a trip he could tag along with. It wasn't until today, when he'd been asked directly by one of the care workers how it could be that he didn't have all his supplies yet, with all his trips to London, that Yves remembered he had any supplies to get at all.
So, even though the quill and ink shop was not the first place he'd have directed himself to, Yves headed that way - mostly because today's chaperone had literally turned him and nudged him in this direction. After he got new ink, though, he'd be off to do whatever happened to take his fancy.
Yves was barely inside the shop, however, when his attention was diverted by someone speaking. Quietly, but definitely speaking, and apparently to no one. He recognised the speaker from school; they'd been sorted in the same batch, and into the same house, though this girl was in the year below him. A dorm mate of Phoebe, then.
Taking the quiet mutterings as his cue, Yves approached and followed the girl towards the huge array of ink bottles lined up on the shelves, where he stood beside her.
"Colour-changing ink, yes, that one would be fun," he said at once in his thick French accent, smiling wide and pointing at the ink in question. Not that she'd asked him anything, or said anything he'd might have been responding to. He'd just seen the expression of 'deep thought' and made his assumptions about what she could be deliberating over, and promptly dispensed with any and all context. "Or scented, though I am guessing it depends on the scent, no?"
Oh yes, and: "Hello!"
Startled a bit, Etta jumped a little and turned to the person next to her. Unaware he might’ve overheard the young girl’s monologue. He seemed kind and welcoming so Etta returned the smile.
”It does look very fun!” Etta beamed, ”Though, the scented is rather interesting too.” Tough choice. Tough choice. ”The invisible ink is also a contender!” The youngling mischievously smiled. ”Imagine all the notes one could exchange. Top secret.” Etta giggled.
Oh right! ”Hello!” Etta beamed. The young girl couldn’t not recall if she interacted with the young boy, housemate. Introductions were in order! ”I’m Etta.” Henrietta politely bowed and smiled. "Which would you pick?" She nodded towards the inks.
"Secret notes are the best kind, I think." Unless, of course, the secret was one being kept from Yves. Then he didn't like them so much. But, as far as he was either aware or concerned, no such messages were likely to happen. He'd know. Somehow, he'd know.
His own smile was bright bright bright, one that came from feeling free as a dove. Freedom suited him, see; it fit him like a glove. "Enchanté, Etta. I am Yves," he said, slipping into the French while only half meaning to. He turned to the inks on the shelves, but the many options were almost overwhelming, and suddenly a world of possibility felt open to him. Because of ink. Yes. Think of all that had been created in the world, the production of all those things that were only possible with access to ink. "All of them. If I had the money." That, of course, didn't answer the question, so he reached out for one ink bottle - paused - then went for the one above it. Maybe he'd go ahead and buy it, with the money he had for his actual supplies.
Yves showed the bottle of ink to Etta as his answer, even as he spoke a new question, bouncing lightly on his toes because he simply couldn't stand to be still for too long. "We are in the same house at Hogwarts. You are going into your second year?"
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The worst part of being a triplet was that it was difficult in finding breathing room sometimes. At least Johnny had his own room for when he wanted alone time. And while Tiffany loved her siblings with her whole heart, sometimes she just wanted to be by herself. That was why shortly after getting her wand, she slipped off. Mum was preoccupied still with her secret and Dad wouldn't care as she had noticed in Ollivander's how he'd taken a step back and wanted them to come into their own independent selves.
She probably should have mentioned that she was taking a walk, to at least Ariadne, but again she wanted for just five minutes to be away from her siblings.
Slipping into Scribbulus, Tiffany ran her fingers over the smooth surfaces of the journals on display, thinking some parchment and pens were a good idea. She would want to write to her Woboldo friends that were off to Hogwarts in September, when she departed for France. Her French wasn't perfect but the past year of tutoring had definitely made significant strides in the language that she hoped would be enough. She'd also want to write to her parents too. Besides plenty of writing utensils, it seemed she was going to be in need of an owl so she didn't need to rely on the school owls.
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So many words of wisdom that I am trying to be. It'll be in my own time.
The worst part of being a triplet was that it was difficult in finding breathing room sometimes. At least Johnny had his own room for when he wanted alone time. And while Tiffany loved her siblings with her whole heart, sometimes she just wanted to be by herself. That was why shortly after getting her wand, she slipped off. Mum was preoccupied still with her secret and Dad wouldn't care as she had noticed in Ollivander's how he'd taken a step back and wanted them to come into their own independent selves.
She probably should have mentioned that she was taking a walk, to at least Ariadne, but again she wanted for just five minutes to be away from her siblings.
Slipping into Scribbulus, Tiffany ran her fingers over the smooth surfaces of the journals on display, thinking some parchment and pens were a good idea. She would want to write to her Woboldo friends that were off to Hogwarts in September, when she departed for France. Her French wasn't perfect but the past year of tutoring had definitely made significant strides in the language that she hoped would be enough. She'd also want to write to her parents too. Besides plenty of writing utensils, it seemed she was going to be in need of an owl so she didn't need to rely on the school owls.
Greer did not really have a reason to be in this shop, seeing has her parents came in her without her earlier today to get the in her words "broing" stuff, but being muggle born and never in Diagon Alley before, she had decided she wanted to come in anway and see every shop her. And maybe catch the shop keeper doing more magic, which was always fun to watch. She entered the shop and took a deep breath, it smelled amazing in her, like books she suppposed, which made sense, seeing as it was a shop for parchement.
Greer noticed another young girl who appeared to be her age as well in the shop. She had always make fast friends where ever she went, she smiled at her. "Hello!" She said waving, kind of like they were friends already, but she had no idea who she even was. "It's this just the most fun." She added thinking that she was semi alone shopping for magical supplies. What a crazy world she now lived in - or at least new about.
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Originally Posted by love-for-HP
Greer did not really have a reason to be in this shop, seeing has her parents came in her without her earlier today to get the in her words "broing" stuff, but being muggle born and never in Diagon Alley before, she had decided she wanted to come in anway and see every shop her. And maybe catch the shop keeper doing more magic, which was always fun to watch. She entered the shop and took a deep breath, it smelled amazing in her, like books she suppposed, which made sense, seeing as it was a shop for parchement.
Greer noticed another young girl who appeared to be her age as well in the shop. She had always make fast friends where ever she went, she smiled at her. "Hello!" She said waving, kind of like they were friends already, but she had no idea who she even was. "It's this just the most fun." She added thinking that she was semi alone shopping for magical supplies. What a crazy world she now lived in - or at least new about.
In a dreamy state about French and writing and wondering if the people in France were going to be nice, Tiffany hadn't even noticed when the door chimed open. She was usually much more intuitive than this, but apparently thinking about the future has Tiffany in a more dreamy state.
"Bonjour!" She said when finally realizing there was someone else in the shop with her and she was talking to her. The French greeting came in automation as she'd been thinking about it, but a split second later returned to her senses. "Je suis désolé .... I'm sorry.... I'm English, I swear. But my tutor will be pleased," She smiled sheepishly, totally messing this meeting up. "Are you ... muggleborn?" She inquired, seeing how the girl seemed mesmerized by all this that she'd grown up with.
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So many words of wisdom that I am trying to be. It'll be in my own time.
In a dreamy state about French and writing and wondering if the people in France were going to be nice, Tiffany hadn't even noticed when the door chimed open. She was usually much more intuitive than this, but apparently thinking about the future has Tiffany in a more dreamy state.
"Bonjour!" She said when finally realizing there was someone else in the shop with her and she was talking to her. The French greeting came in automation as she'd been thinking about it, but a split second later returned to her senses. "Je suis désolé .... I'm sorry.... I'm English, I swear. But my tutor will be pleased," She smiled sheepishly, totally messing this meeting up. "Are you ... muggleborn?" She inquired, seeing how the girl seemed mesmerized by all this that she'd grown up with.
Greer smiled at her, "Was that French? I mean I didn't understand a word you said but it was beautiful" She added, she would regret not learning French, but she was fairly good at German and Spanish if she really focused.
"I sure am" Greer added to the question about being muggle born, she said it before she even had time to think. She had read that there were still to this day other witches and wizards who had a 'pure' blood attitude. She hoped she hadn't just opened a can of worms already with the first person she had ever met. "Oh, well I mean to say, hope that's not a problem" She didn't like back tracking her statements and refused to be bullied for being muggle born - but she was after all out and about alone ... no need to cause drama just yet.
"I love the smell of books - and just getting to watch magic is amazing." Despite being a little nervous about her reply to being muggle born, Greer couldn't help herself, the nervous energy was just bubbling over. "I'm Greer by the way, Greer Murray." She stuck her hand out for shake.
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Sydney entered Scribbulus’s, accompanied by her mother (one of them, anyway). While Ma went one direction, she beelined the other way. She was perfectly capable of shopping on her own! She turned down an aisle, holding her shopping list in her left hand and potted venus flytrap plant in her right. Quills, inks, parchment, composition books for each class… seemed simple enough.
Shifting her list to her other hand, she picked up a couple of vials of black ink. Did they have blood-red and swamp monster green colored inks too? Maybe the shopkeeper could mix those colors for her? As she turned the other way to search for the shopkeeper, she noticed a couple of girls (Tiffany & Greer) about her own age. She stood silently, content with observing until she overheard one of them (Greer) say she was muggleborn.
Sydney Masters was a lot of things (creepy, detached, antisocial, to name a few), but a bigot was not one of them! Her Ma was muggleborn, or at the very least raised by muggles - nobody knew her Ma’s father’s background! “The only people who would make it a problem are insecure in their own magical abilities,” she interjected, “and those people aren’t worth your time.”
She supposed she should do the friendly thing and introduce herself now. “I’m Sydney, Sydney Masters.”
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Tiffany's cheeks flushed, when the girl recognized it was French, "I mean you recognized the language, but yes ... switching it on and off becomes difficult sometimes, even though I've only been learning it for about a year." It was a blessing really that she'd become relatively adept with the subject.
Tiffany if nothing else was very open-minded. She was pretty sure all that blood purity stuff left a century ago, but when she was only a couple years old, there was the war involving puritan stuff so one could never really be certain. "No, no issues with me. Just that the way you lit up about all this stuff that I've been raised with my whole life ... I mean it hits differently ya know... like when you've seen it before, but you're seeing it for the first time."
"Tiffany Rose." She took the girl's hand, "I've never met someone with the name Greer before. It's cool though." That was when another girl very creepily interrupted. She snickered at her comment. "Unfortunately there's a lot of insecure people out there. But whether they are worth your time is something I'm going to have contradict, as people can change. Sometimes they just need the right person to make that happen."
And the creepy interrupter introduced herself. "Sydney masters what?" She mused, poking slight fun at her surname. She probably shouldn't since Sydney probably got that a lot.
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______________So much is happening to me. So much that I can't even see.
So many words of wisdom that I am trying to be. It'll be in my own time.
Did a tasmanian devil just enter the shop? Where did this other girl even come from! Maybe that was part of the magic to? "Can you just appear out of thin air????" Greer was beginning to realize that the bound of magic were endless. She also couldn't help but smile at both of their responses about being muggle born, it really did make her heart happy.
"Well glad to hear that being muggle born isn't to big of an issue for most then" Although she was talking to kids, and kids tended to be more open minded than adults. "Well it's nice to meet you both, Sydney and Tiffany" She added, making sure to commit both names to memory. They appeared to be near her age, so she assumed she would be seeing them both at Hogwarts. "Greer, yeah it's a bit different, heavy in the Scottish heritage, my dad's side anyway, though he's never actually been there." Greer always thought that was funny, for how much her dad loved his heritage he had never been to his "homeland".
"Are you both starting Hogwarts this year to?" She added, trying to guess which house she would end up in. "What house do you hope to be in? I've been doing some reading, I think I would love Ravenclaw, but I suppose each of their pros and cons." Oh goodness, here she was babbling.
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