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Upon opening the door to Atticus' Attic, you will be met with the sound of Wizarding bands both new and old being piped through the whole store. Step inside and you'll find yourself among a sea of Music Tables boasting thousands of albums from artists both Magic and Muggle on any medium you aspire to find. Vinyl records, cassette tapes, compact discs, and 8-track tapes, along with the appropriate devices to play all of these things, paired with large over-ear headphones, can be found at each table. And though many of the tables are dedicated to well-known Muggle recording formats, a fair amount of them are also dedicated to "item albums" as well. Small boxes bearing a band and album name litter these tables, and inside are items the size of a knut, varying in colour and shape dependent on the box's label. A single tap with a wand will cause the album to begin to play aloud or the album can also be stuck behind the ear to be played privately, so as to not disturb others.
At the back of the shop, you might notice the door tucked off to the right side with a shiny plaque marking the room beyond as "The Recording Booth". Inside you'll find a very large, enchanted soundboard and a plethora of various sound equipment. A sign on the wall asks that you please not touch the soundboard, as it is a very delicate piece of technology. The wide room is complete with several microphone stands scattered throughout and many enchanted instruments, waiting to be played by hand or charmed to life. You'll find that any artist entering the room will have their music or vocals magically isolated by careful charms laid out by the shopkeeper. Time in this booth can be booked in advance and walk-ins are also accepted on basis of availability.
Set along the back wall of the shop is an area devoted specifically to displaying the various band merchandise offered up for sale. The wall is lined completely with T-shirts, stacks of which can be found in cube shelving beneath, along with an assortment of band-related hoodies. A few tables bear a hodge-podge of items to be browsed: band logo jewelry, keychains, posters, and sturdy white cardboard boxes filled with music-related magazines, each labeled on the front with the magazine's name, are just a few of the treasures you’ll find here. Whatever your musical needs, Atticus's Attic is sure have what you're searching for.
Know of any bands/musicians who've got albums out that's not on this list? We'd love to add them! Just make a Wiki for them, then PM the shopkeeper so they can edit the list.
This shop is NOT STAFFED and has a NPC shopkeeper.
After having put put the record behind his ear and listening to a sampling of the music it contained, Jas set it down and reached for another. It was okay, but he didn't really vibe with the sound all that much. He preferred music that was lively and fun and-
"YO! Val!?" He had spotted her from the other end of the aisle, and naturally, he had to say hey.
Summer was a good look on her, did she know? Though, every look was probably a good look on her. ... And this reminded him to straighten out his shirt. Heeeeey.
BLINK.
Val looked up, her face immediately lighting up with a grin. "Jasper! Hi." She greeted enthusiastically. Setting the record down, she walked over to where he was. It was so much fun bumping into friends in diagon alley, wasn't it??
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Originally Posted by Lady of Light
BLINK.
Val looked up, her face immediately lighting up with a grin. "Jasper! Hi." She greeted enthusiastically. Setting the record down, she walked over to where he was. It was so much fun bumping into friends in diagon alley, wasn't it??
"What are you doing here? You look nice!"
He liked that he could do that - make her face light up. He liked knowing he could have that effect on her. Her smile was pretty legendary, if he did say so himself (and he did). "Just hanging out," he replied casually, his confidence skyrocketing due to her compliment. "I was going to say the same to you, but you always look nice, huh?"
Milo knew music. Rose often hummed things, sure, and her and the Cold One were evidently connected in part by music insofar as either could be connected to or by anything. Milo couldn't recall if Rose had actually said as much, about the Cold One, but he knew that he knew. Of all the people Milo had ever met, it was Jonah who knew music most, and he liked a lot of what Milo liked, probably because he liked so much music that plenty of overlap was likely.
When Milo tiptoe-walked his way into the music shop on odd-socked feet, it was the music tables he headed for, and through the cassettes that he immediately started flipping, to look for something he recognised and already liked or which he had the urge to listen to for the first time. He wasn't going to buy anything; the finding was enough, and the listening was a bonus.
But systematic searching was not the one. Milo adjusted his approach and held out his hands, palms down over the table, and closed his eyes. Without peeking (what would be the point?) he began wandering about the shop, going from surface to surface and bumping hip first into tables every now and then. Random or not-so-random selection, either way, he'd listen to the first thing he decided to grab.
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He liked that he could do that - make her face light up. He liked knowing he could have that effect on her. Her smile was pretty legendary, if he did say so himself (and he did). "Just hanging out," he replied casually, his confidence skyrocketing due to her compliment. "I was going to say the same to you, but you always look nice, huh?"
Val and looking nice went hand in hand.
"So ... Is your boyfriend around?"
Jasper really was pretty smooth, wasn't he?? Maybe it was because he was a quidditch player. Nevertheless, the compliment made her blush. She ran a hand across her face, feeling a little flustered. "I don't always look nice, though.. but thank you." She needed to learn to accept compliments.
... and then she blinked in surprise. UM. "No?? I don't have a boyfriend!" Why would he even think that in the first place? Sure, she was going on dates with Evan but they weren't officially dating. Not yet.
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Originally Posted by Felixir
Milo knew music. Rose often hummed things, sure, and her and the Cold One were evidently connected in part by music insofar as either could be connected to or by anything. Milo couldn't recall if Rose had actually said as much, about the Cold One, but he knew that he knew. Of all the people Milo had ever met, it was Jonah who knew music most, and he liked a lot of what Milo liked, probably because he liked so much music that plenty of overlap was likely.
When Milo tiptoe-walked his way into the music shop on odd-socked feet, it was the music tables he headed for, and through the cassettes that he immediately started flipping, to look for something he recognised and already liked or which he had the urge to listen to for the first time. He wasn't going to buy anything; the finding was enough, and the listening was a bonus.
But systematic searching was not the one. Milo adjusted his approach and held out his hands, palms down over the table, and closed his eyes. Without peeking (what would be the point?) he began wandering about the shop, going from surface to surface and bumping hip first into tables every now and then. Random or not-so-random selection, either way, he'd listen to the first thing he decided to grab.
Life was a LOT. The whole preparation for Hogwarts was a LOT. Mozart had cried two times this morning. Once when he realised that he'd actually have to decide what to have for breakfast himself and the other when he remembered he wouldn't be able to get into bed with his parents or his brother whenever he had a bad dream. This was a very emotional time. He was going to probably need therapy - good job Dad had a contact.
So he had blagged a trip to the coffee shop, the ice cream parlour and now whilst his father was meeting Uncle Howie for another coffee.. Moz had pocket money to spend in one of his favourite places. He was already there when Mr Eyes-Closed-Perusing reached the music tables. Moz first looked down at the feet, eager to question but very aware that if someone had their eyes closed it was probably to deter you from talking to them. But he wAS itching to speak.
"You're going to get ballroom toes walking like that!" MOZZIE KNEW THAT. He had ballroom toes for a while when he kept wearing the shoes of a girl in his class.
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RPs anyone? Stay safe, faves.
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Originally Posted by Lady of Light
Jasper really was pretty smooth, wasn't he?? Maybe it was because he was a quidditch player. Nevertheless, the compliment made her blush. She ran a hand across her face, feeling a little flustered. "I don't always look nice, though.. but thank you." She needed to learn to accept compliments.
... and then she blinked in surprise. UM. "No?? I don't have a boyfriend!" Why would he even think that in the first place? Sure, she was going on dates with Evan but they weren't officially dating. Not yet.
It ran in the family
She's so pretty. Did she know? It didn't seem like it. Jasper would help. "Doubt it." Especially when her face was all flushed. Whew. Was it hot in here orrrr?
Heh.
He feigned interest in some of the vinyls again as he struck up conversation in order to seem more casual about ... things. He raised an eyebrow curiously, looking over to her with a small smile. BOOYAH! "I was hoping you didn't..." Though his expectations were low. Well, low-er. Low-ish. He was used to getting everything he wanted, it was difficult to keep expectations low.
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Lewis pulled his thick wool scarf down over his ears as he entered the music shop, easily his favourite one in Diagon Alley. He'd been in here just last week, spending his entire summer allowance on albums. The finally fifteen year old had decided earlier this year that he was starting a collection, and since he liked almost all types of music, he had picked out albums based on their cover art and colours. End goal was to recreated a rainbow on his shelf.
But today he wasn't here for any of that. He only briefly glanced at the album displays before turning to the merchandise section. Today, he'd get himself a new wardrobe. Technically he had no official money to spend, but his little arrangement with Harrison meant he had some extra galleons that his parents were not aware of. He only hoped that neither of them would notice all the new clothes, which he was planning to slip into his trunk the second he and Alana got home.
His head grew uncomfortably warm as he browsed the t-shirt section, but Lewis only pulled the hat even lower, checking his reflection to make sure no hair was showing. His curls grew wilder and wilder every single day and he'd grown tired of trying new products. His mother wanted him to shave it all off and see if maybe it would grow back better, but Lewis would actually cry if he had to go back to school bald. Hats were definitely a better alternative, until his hair sorted itself out. Hopefully.
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Originally Posted by Daemon
Lewis pulled his thick wool scarf down over his ears as he entered the music shop, easily his favourite one in Diagon Alley. He'd been in here just last week, spending his entire summer allowance on albums. The finally fifteen year old had decided earlier this year that he was starting a collection, and since he liked almost all types of music, he had picked out albums based on their cover art and colours. End goal was to recreated a rainbow on his shelf.
But today he wasn't here for any of that. He only briefly glanced at the album displays before turning to the merchandise section. Today, he'd get himself a new wardrobe. Technically he had no official money to spend, but his little arrangement with Harrison meant he had some extra galleons that his parents were not aware of. He only hoped that neither of them would notice all the new clothes, which he was planning to slip into his trunk the second he and Alana got home.
His head grew uncomfortably warm as he browsed the t-shirt section, but Lewis only pulled the hat even lower, checking his reflection to make sure no hair was showing. His curls grew wilder and wilder every single day and he'd grown tired of trying new products. His mother wanted him to shave it all off and see if maybe it would grow back better, but Lewis would actually cry if he had to go back to school bald. Hats were definitely a better alternative, until his hair sorted itself out. Hopefully.
Why was Henry Hembree out and about the alley? Well, honestly, even he had nothing particular in mind. It was a bright summer day, and the Hufflepuff didn't want to waste the day away locked inside his room. Sometimes, his feet itched to simply go out there and walk around. That's a very normal feeling to him. He had already been browsing from one shop to the next, buying whatever grabbed his attention but within budget. He didn't want to have to explain to his parents why he had a whole bag full of random items. It was a miracle that Henry had been able to manage some self-control from hoarding random useless-but-wait-until-he-turns-it-into-something-pretty clutter from the junk shop. Jewelry with missing or dented pieces were still worth saving. Old magazines had great fashion advice too, by the way!
After that, the fifteen-year-old mindlessly entered the music shop. As an enthusiast of art in all its forms, Henry could appreciate music too. Some songs were great for live concerting in the shower, and other when he would climb up his roof to stare at the stars and pretend he was having a heart-to-heart conversation with a lover and they'd stare into each other's eyes and—well, you can get the gist of it! But Henry's first stop here would always be the band merchandise section, particularly the clothing. Most of the time, band shirts were plain to him, and he'd do the most and add the much needed stud and sparkle for the shirt to reach its maximum potential.
Also, Henry could recognise any article of clothing from afar. That hat, he's seen it before. That scarf too. Yes, that hat and scarf on that boy's person. Loveliest surprise encounter of all! Henry went ahead and gave a SIDE SQUISH!HUG. "Shopping without me?" He asked. At the same time... "What are you wearing?" Why was his bestie all covered up during the summer?
If it turns out it wasn't actually Lewis, Henry would go and run away and maybe dive into the fountain at the other side of the street out of shame. Those tentacles from below got nothing on an embarrassed Hembree.
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It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________ ___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling...
Life was a LOT. The whole preparation for Hogwarts was a LOT. Mozart had cried two times this morning. Once when he realised that he'd actually have to decide what to have for breakfast himself and the other when he remembered he wouldn't be able to get into bed with his parents or his brother whenever he had a bad dream. This was a very emotional time. He was going to probably need therapy - good job Dad had a contact.
So he had blagged a trip to the coffee shop, the ice cream parlour and now whilst his father was meeting Uncle Howie for another coffee.. Moz had pocket money to spend in one of his favourite places. He was already there when Mr Eyes-Closed-Perusing reached the music tables. Moz first looked down at the feet, eager to question but very aware that if someone had their eyes closed it was probably to deter you from talking to them. But he wAS itching to speak.
"You're going to get ballroom toes walking like that!" MOZZIE KNEW THAT. He had ballroom toes for a while when he kept wearing the shoes of a girl in his class.
Though his eyes stayed closed, Milo figured that the voice was talking to him, and its proximity to him made it all the clearer. Similar situations happened often enough that he knew he was the addressee, but the fact remained that it didn't matter if he was the one being spoken to or not, because his question was the same regardless.
"What..." Milo paused, staring at the backs of his eyelids as he searched for the words, a process he had been through many times, and which did not get easier with practice. "... what..." The harder he tried to find the question, the more evasive it became, until Milo understood, and left it alone. Sometimes there were Decisions, and he tended to listen to them, despite not knowing where they came from, because he knew without knowing, or being able to explain, that they made the only kind of sense that mattered.
He chose a different track, and wandered down it.
"I have my own toes." As he spoke, Milow moved his hands from where they hovered above the table, to roughly voice-level, and searched for the potential physical form belonging to it by feeling blindly at the air.
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Originally Posted by Kimothy
Why was Henry Hembree out and about the alley? Well, honestly, even he had nothing particular in mind. It was a bright summer day, and the Hufflepuff didn't want to waste the day away locked inside his room. Sometimes, his feet itched to simply go out there and walk around. That's a very normal feeling to him. He had already been browsing from one shop to the next, buying whatever grabbed his attention but within budget. He didn't want to have to explain to his parents why he had a whole bag full of random items. It was a miracle that Henry had been able to manage some self-control from hoarding random useless-but-wait-until-he-turns-it-into-something-pretty clutter from the junk shop. Jewelry with missing or dented pieces were still worth saving. Old magazines had great fashion advice too, by the way!
After that, the fifteen-year-old mindlessly entered the music shop. As an enthusiast of art in all its forms, Henry could appreciate music too. Some songs were great for live concerting in the shower, and other when he would climb up his roof to stare at the stars and pretend he was having a heart-to-heart conversation with a lover and they'd stare into each other's eyes and—well, you can get the gist of it! But Henry's first stop here would always be the band merchandise section, particularly the clothing. Most of the time, band shirts were plain to him, and he'd do the most and add the much needed stud and sparkle for the shirt to reach its maximum potential.
Also, Henry could recognise any article of clothing from afar. That hat, he's seen it before. That scarf too. Yes, that hat and scarf on that boy's person. Loveliest surprise encounter of all! Henry went ahead and gave a SIDE SQUISH!HUG. "Shopping without me?" He asked. At the same time... "What are you wearing?" Why was his bestie all covered up during the summer?
If it turns out it wasn't actually Lewis, Henry would go and run away and maybe dive into the fountain at the other side of the street out of shame. Those tentacles from below got nothing on an embarrassed Hembree.
Lewis had not anticipated being disturbed, least of all by a bodily attack!!!!! Luckily, he doesn't scare easily. He's been told that it's nothing to be proud of and that he's never alert enough but he would disagree, mother!!, he just.. doesn't scare. He got that out of his system during that term at Hogwarts when people dropped like flies. All done with that now.
"Henryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," Lewis' face melted into a smile, affectionately biting his friend's forehead. Lightly, but with much love for his bestie. "Yeah, it was a spontaneous decision, a belated last minute birthday gift to myself.. Oh, this? I have to hide my hair it looks like hell again," he grumbled, scratching a spot on his head that was so warm it had started to itch. Henry Hembree had gotten many a letter over the summer from a very disgruntled Lewis about his hair. He didn't like it short, but long it was just !!! so much!!! Where had it come from?? When would it sort itself out? Very frustrating business.
"Okay but I'm glad you're here, help me pick," Lewis quickly removed three dark Ts from the rack and held them out, two of them Dark Kneazles merch and one a vintage style Metallica one. "To go with the ripped jeans I bought a couple weeks ago? Remember?"
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we got our champagnedreams in an endless drought ____we are the kings and queens seeking our aces out
we got all we need, no new friends now
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir
Though his eyes stayed closed, Milo figured that the voice was talking to him, and its proximity to him made it all the clearer. Similar situations happened often enough that he knew he was the addressee, but the fact remained that it didn't matter if he was the one being spoken to or not, because his question was the same regardless.
"What..." Milo paused, staring at the backs of his eyelids as he searched for the words, a process he had been through many times, and which did not get easier with practice. "... what..." The harder he tried to find the question, the more evasive it became, until Milo understood, and left it alone. Sometimes there were Decisions, and he tended to listen to them, despite not knowing where they came from, because he knew without knowing, or being able to explain, that they made the only kind of sense that mattered.
He chose a different track, and wandered down it.
"I have my own toes." As he spoke, Milow moved his hands from where they hovered above the table, to roughly voice-level, and searched for the potential physical form belonging to it by feeling blindly at the air.
Mozzie was too busy in his brain thinking about all of the ways to get ballroom toes or other toe issues to be concerned with the struggle of response. In fact, he spent another few seconds slipping off his trainers and holding them under his arm. Maybe there was something about having socked feet onto the floor. It was certainly strange to have his feet at floor level when they were used to the sole of his shoe, the curve of the arch, the support of the back.
But he diiiid like the floor under his socks. He was sure when he stepped, he’d have left a warm and sweaty pair of footprints behind.
”Hah! You’re funny!”. A grin spread across Mozzie’s face and he went so far as to applaud seeing as his company had his eyes closed. ”Walking on your toes can give you ballroom toes. Strong toes. Sprightly toes. But also twitchy in sleep! Do you get that too?” Mozzie had done for a very long time. The twitch was funnier in the bathtub when he was trying to relax and ignore Dimi shouting nursery rhymes in another room
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It's cool, I just finished a year of teaching full time and doing a three year degree in one year.
And passed! HEY MUM I'M A QUALIFIED TEACHER! Slowly phasing back here.
Forever in need of a cheerleader though.
RPs anyone? Stay safe, faves.
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Originally Posted by Daemon
Lewis had not anticipated being disturbed, least of all by a bodily attack!!!!! Luckily, he doesn't scare easily. He's been told that it's nothing to be proud of and that he's never alert enough but he would disagree, mother!!, he just.. doesn't scare. He got that out of his system during that term at Hogwarts when people dropped like flies. All done with that now.
"Henryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," Lewis' face melted into a smile, affectionately biting his friend's forehead. Lightly, but with much love for his bestie. "Yeah, it was a spontaneous decision, a belated last minute birthday gift to myself.. Oh, this? I have to hide my hair it looks like hell again," he grumbled, scratching a spot on his head that was so warm it had started to itch. Henry Hembree had gotten many a letter over the summer from a very disgruntled Lewis about his hair. He didn't like it short, but long it was just !!! so much!!! Where had it come from?? When would it sort itself out? Very frustrating business.
"Okay but I'm glad you're here, help me pick," Lewis quickly removed three dark Ts from the rack and held them out, two of them Dark Kneazles merch and one a vintage style Metallica one. "To go with the ripped jeans I bought a couple weeks ago? Remember?"
Spontaneous decisions! Something Henry could relate to, as he sometimes was the type to drop everything to satisfy an itch to do something else if the itch was strong enough. "It's not like I don't show up to an invite almost immediately!!" At first, Henry cackled but then— "HEEEeeeYyyy, my forehead!!" It didn't hurt hurt, but those were still some chompers, Lewis Neo Renaldi!! With one hand, Henry rubbed his forehead and, with the other, lightly smacked Lewis' forehead. There! They were even now!! Just your typical besties being affectionate to one another or something. "You should consider a trim. Just a TEENY one. It's like you're incubating an entire bird's nest in there." The Hufflepuff reached out to tug and adjust his bestie's hat, after all that forehead slapping business he did which was the least he could do. Thick curls under a hat? In the summer? Henry enjoyed the Extra™ but it's no fun if it's uncomfortable.
Henry personally agreed that this was a GREAT time for the chance encounter, because dUH he is Henry Hembree and he loved giving a second opinion with regards to art and fashion. "Ahhh you're so lucky to have bumped into me!" The fifteen-year-old grinned as he took a step back to assess the shirts. Three! Important decisions must be made. "Only one shirt? This is tough...." He reached out to feel the fabric of each of the shirts. Almost similar feel. Soft and comfortable. Already good points and automatic ticks to Henry's mental quality checklist. "I adore vintage. Who knows when it'll be back in style?" Heck, maybe it already was!! "Partial to the vintage, but if you have loads of vintage-inspired stuff already, this TDK shirt is hot and some wardrobe variety never hurt nobody." Henry did the three-finger okay gesture. Ripped jeans with a shirt that's either vintage or from a famous band make a hip look.
"Whichever you're getting though, I'm already borrowing." Because that's how the world works! Lewis' wardrobe was an unofficial extension of Henry's, and vice versa. No but's!
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It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________ ___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling...
Iris entered the bustling store with a small grin on her face. She had sorely missed the sound of good music since taking up residence with her mother at the family manor - but now that she was planning on staying at the Leaky Cauldron for the time being, then she was finally free to play any song that she wished!
Admittedly though, her extended stay in the muggle part of Mexico had not given her a lot of opportunity to catch up on the latest in wizarding music, and she was at a loss on what albums to purchase. The brunette walked through the aisles, and stopped in front of a collection of vinyl records, she carefully thumbed through each of them thoughtfully, wondering if any of them were any good.
Iris entered the bustling store with a small grin on her face. She had sorely missed the sound of good music since taking up residence with her mother at the family manor - but now that she was planning on staying at the Leaky Cauldron for the time being, then she was finally free to play any song that she wished!
Admittedly though, her extended stay in the muggle part of Mexico had not given her a lot of opportunity to catch up on the latest in wizarding music, and she was at a loss on what albums to purchase. The brunette walked through the aisles, and stopped in front of a collection of vinyl records, she carefully thumbed through each of them thoughtfully, wondering if any of them were any good.
The great thing about Apparation? One could poof from one location to another in no time. Such was the situation at present when he suddenly appeared in the streets of Diagon Alley. His twin would be at work right now so there was no rush to Gabriel’s apartment. Nor could he go see Gabriel’s boyfriend since he too was at work. That left him with a clear schedule for at least a few hours.
Rafael Melo decided that a leisurely trip to the Music Trip was in order. Maybe he could pick up something for the brother to jive to, though Merlin knew that Gabriel had two left feet. Merlin also knew that there was so much music to choose from in here. After wandering the aisles for minutes, he eventually stumbled onto a young woman and vinyl records. “Vinyl is still a thing? Aren't they from the dinosaur ages?” the twenty four year old asked, his Brazilian accent heavy as it always was when he was speaking English.
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The great thing about Apparation? One could poof from one location to another in no time. Such was the situation at present when he suddenly appeared in the streets of Diagon Alley. His twin would be at work right now so there was no rush to Gabriel’s apartment. Nor could he go see Gabriel’s boyfriend since he too was at work. That left him with a clear schedule for at least a few hours.
Rafael Melo decided that a leisurely trip to the Music Trip was in order. Maybe he could pick up something for the brother to jive to, though Merlin knew that Gabriel had two left feet. Merlin also knew that there was so much music to choose from in here. After wandering the aisles for minutes, he eventually stumbled onto a young woman and vinyl records. “Vinyl is still a thing? Aren't they from the dinosaur ages?” the twenty four year old asked, his Brazilian accent heavy as it always was when he was speaking English.
She turned at the sound, her eyebrows raising at the comment. The dinosaur ages?! Clearly the person had no taste!"Excuse you!" She sniffed imperiously, quite a bit like how her grandmother does when she insults her paisley pink chaise lounge. "Vinyl is perfectly timeless and an amazing way to distribute music." She then plucked one from the shelf, and waving it slightly between them "Its so much easier to appreciate the album art on a vinyl record too."
Iris narrowed her dark brown eyes at him, trying to decide if she should at least introduce herself to the man who had ruthlessly critiqued the harmless little vinyl records.
She turned at the sound, her eyebrows raising at the comment. The dinosaur ages?! Clearly the person had no taste!"Excuse you!" She sniffed imperiously, quite a bit like how her grandmother does when she insults her paisley pink chaise lounge. "Vinyl is perfectly timeless and an amazing way to distribute music." She then plucked one from the shelf, and waving it slightly between them "Its so much easier to appreciate the album art on a vinyl record too."
Iris narrowed her dark brown eyes at him, trying to decide if she should at least introduce herself to the man who had ruthlessly critiqued the harmless little vinyl records.
Yes. Excuse him.
Rafa quite expected this sort of reaction from the woman. Don’t ask him how he knew; he just did. Chalk it up to him having very good instincts. “It’s so antique,’’ he continued honestly. “Are gramophones even made still?” He scanned the nearby shelves as though expecting to see a few. Then his gaze was back on this feisty little lady. He shrugged nonchalantly. “It is? CDs are more my thing. Even music in MP3 format.” Did she know what that was or was she not into the important Muggle things?
The narrowed eyes amused him. “What? Are you going to fight me?” She’d want to rethink that. Rafa had an aptitude for carrying around not-too-lethal tinctures that were made from plants in Brazil that would aid in defending himself. Yes, he preferred those as opposed to wand magic in this aspect.
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The words music shop caught Sophia’s eyes as she followed a group from Stemp House down the street. Though she was old enough and responsible enough to not need an adult watching her every second, she was absolutely terrified of getting lost in a crowd in public and she was almost as scared of having to approach someone for help in the event that she did get lost. Not that she would ever get truly lost enough here to require assistance. Sophia was far more likely to experience a panic attack in the middle of a crowded street from simply the fact that there were so many people around her than she was to be unable to navigate to the designated meeting point.
Stepping into the shop, Sophia glanced around to get a feel for what sort of music shop it was. From the look of it, this was the sort of music shop that sold just recorded albums rather than instruments. Though this was still a shop she could enjoy, it was somewhat disappointing as she had hoped to find some new sheet music to build her piano repertoire and usually you got that kind of music from the kind of music shops that sold instruments. It made sense when you thought about it. Shops that sold instruments had music you could learn to play on the instruments. She wished she had the courage to ask excuse me, do you sell piano sheet music, but she would never actually go talk to the shopkeeper. So she was going to browse the shop until she had either succeeded in finding what she wanted or she was spending an awkwardly long amount of time searching for something that probably wasn’t there. Sophia flicked through a box of CD cases, searching for any piano music, old muggle show tunes, or anything else that caught her fancy. Picking one up and turning it in her hands, she scanned for a price tag. Mentally, she tried to calculate if she would be able to afford it along with the necessities she had yet to purchase. Her face fell when she came across prices that were out of her price range. Maybe she would be better off adding music albums to her birthday and Christmas wish-lists.
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Atticus' Attic Music Shop 
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