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Located on the south side of Diagon Alley, sandwiched in between Sugarplum's Sweets Shop and Janus Galloglass, is Cranville Quincey's Magical Junk Shop. The outside of this shop is nothing spectacular. A cardboard box labelled 'FREE STUFF' (containing bits of parchment that have already been doodled on and various items broken well beyond repair) rests on the cobbled street, serving as an indicator of what kind of establishment this is.
Just beyond the door lays a maze of numerous bins, shelves, and racks holding various items with price tags tied onto them. To the left of the shop is where all second-hand clothing can be found for those who don't feel the need to purchase the pricey fabrics and accessories being sold at Madam Malkin's or Twilfitt and Tattings. The back is reserved for all kinds of books and reading material. Of course, they aren't nearly as top-quality as the ones Flourish and Blotts and other bookshops, but the amount you'll be paying for them is quite a bargain. Lastly, the right side of the shop is where you will find a large variety of miscellaneous items. Take your time browsing through these items as not even the shopkeeper remembers what all is here.
When you are ready to pay for your newfound treasures, make your way to the counter in the middle of the shop. On the counter itself, you will find a till and, oddly enough, a rubber chicken substituting as a bell. Typically the rubber chicken doesn't need to be squeezed as the shopkeeper is usually sleeping at the counter. But, in the event that the shopkeeper isn't around, give the chicken a good squeeze and he will be right over.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was the cardboard box that interested him. Could there be paperclips among the discarded knickknacks? Recently, nine year old Ary {ten years in a few months so he was going to catch up with you, Bry!} had taken up the habit of bending paperclips into various shapes. He had started off small, going with regular shapes and had eventually graduated to a very oddly shaped mooncalf. Still, he was getting better at this thing everyday. Perhaps one day he’d even use magic to bend the clips instead of doing so manually.
Before Dad Adi could possibly drag him off to Sugarplums for the millionth gazillionth time, Ary had tugged on Bry’s sleeve, an indication that he was racing her into the Cranville’s because the box sadly did not contain the clips he sought.
Leaving his father and friend to tag along, the little boy beelined for the closest bin.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
It was the cardboard box that interested him. Could there be paperclips among the discarded knickknacks? Recently, nine year old Ary {ten years in a few months so he was going to catch up with you, Bry!} had taken up the habit of bending paperclips into various shapes. He had started off small, going with regular shapes and had eventually graduated to a very oddly shaped mooncalf. Still, he was getting better at this thing everyday. Perhaps one day he’d even use magic to bend the clips instead of doing so manually.
Before Dad Adi could possibly drag him off to Sugarplums for the millionth gazillionth time, Ary had tugged on Bry’s sleeve, an indication that he was racing her into the Cranville’s because the box sadly did not contain the clips he sought.
Leaving his father and friend to tag along, the little boy beelined for the closest bin.
Bryony was very much aware of her boyiefwiend's newfound love of paperclips and had come to collect them herself. Not for her. For him. That way whenever she was with him she had several at least to hand over. It was sort of like her way of saying "Thanks for dealing with me today".
The tug on her sleeve had sparkling blue eyes turning towards him, her sweet smile growing when she knew what was about to happen. Bry didn't need Ary to talk to her, all she ever really needed from him was a look or touch and she understood. They were simply that close. So when the YOUNGER (yes, Ary she was still ALWAYS going to be older than him!) boy took off running, the smaller but OLDER blonder was right on his heels and catching up fast!
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Bry! <3
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Originally Posted by Kolyander
Bryony was very much aware of her boyiefwiend's newfound love of paperclips and had come to collect them herself. Not for her. For him. That way whenever she was with him she had several at least to hand over. It was sort of like her way of saying "Thanks for dealing with me today".
The tug on her sleeve had sparkling blue eyes turning towards him, her sweet smile growing when she knew what was about to happen. Bry didn't need Ary to talk to her, all she ever really needed from him was a look or touch and she understood. They were simply that close. So when the YOUNGER (yes, Ary she was still ALWAYS going to be older than him!) boy took off running, the smaller but OLDER blonder was right on his heels and catching up fast!
‘Thanks for dealing with Bry’ presents? Ary would happily take the paperclips from her whenever he ran low but despite him being so young, he understood that Bry’s gift could also mean something else. It could also be a bribe for him to give into being her boyiefwiend or a bribe for him to put up with more of her ninja warrior training. He was onto you, Bryony!
Ary knew Bry was right behind him. For one thing, she usually followed him around and for another, the little boy could hear her face paced footsteps. It was obvious as always, just who was the more athletic of the two. Okay, fine. Ary wasn’t at all athletic inclined so running usually ended with him being winded. This time was no exception as he came to a halt at one of the bins.
Whatever was in there?
Did Bry want to help him dig through the junk? After he stopped puffing, of course
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
‘Thanks for dealing with Bry’ presents? Ary would happily take the paperclips from her whenever he ran low but despite him being so young, he understood that Bry’s gift could also mean something else. It could also be a bribe for him to give into being her boyiefwiend or a bribe for him to put up with more of her ninja warrior training. He was onto you, Bryony!
Ary knew Bry was right behind him. For one thing, she usually followed him around and for another, the little boy could hear her face paced footsteps. It was obvious as always, just who was the more athletic of the two. Okay, fine. Ary wasn’t at all athletic inclined so running usually ended with him being winded. This time was no exception as he came to a halt at one of the bins.
Whatever was in there?
Did Bry want to help him dig through the junk? After he stopped puffing, of course
Oh, puh-lease!
Didn't that boy, know anything?! He was already her boyiefwiend. Has been since they were like three. Why he's so stubborn and doesn't want the entire world to know just how lucky he is to have so a wonderful girlfriend was beyond her. Boys were so strange sometimes! But.. yes, maybe she was still trying to bribe him into that pretend marriage she had been talking about..
Followed him? Ahem. No. Bry didn't follow him. She stuck to him like glue. This girl knew what she was doing and almost all of the time she had a hold of his hand. Poor Ary. Really he should exercise more with her and then he wouldn't get so winded all of them like this.
Grinning widely, the small blonde was already peering down into the bin. "Are we searching for paperclips?" Cause what else would they be looking for?
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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Originally Posted by Kolyander
Oh, puh-lease!
Didn't that boy, know anything?! He was already her boyiefwiend. Has been since they were like three. Why he's so stubborn and doesn't want the entire world to know just how lucky he is to have so a wonderful girlfriend was beyond her. Boys were so strange sometimes! But.. yes, maybe she was still trying to bribe him into that pretend marriage she had been talking about..
Followed him? Ahem. No. Bry didn't follow him. She stuck to him like glue. This girl knew what she was doing and almost all of the time she had a hold of his hand. Poor Ary. Really he should exercise more with her and then he wouldn't get so winded all of them like this.
Grinning widely, the small blonde was already peering down into the bin. "Are we searching for paperclips?" Cause what else would they be looking for?
Ary was indeed strange. For one thing, he barely spoke. Even at that tender age he had already figured it was a waste of energy to exert himself over such a thing. Instead, he found it easier to communicate with actions, which rightfully spoke louder than words. And why would he need to be constantly chattering when Bry did it enough for the both of them? She had definitely told the entire world he was her boyiefweind.
Correction. Bryony was right at his side every step of the way. It took Ary a moment to realise this since he was huffing. The boy recovered soon enough to begin rifling through the bin. He nodded briskly when Bry asked him the question. What he found first was a hat though. A rather battered and holey hat. It was faded red to almost pink-ish. He didn’t know it but it was a French beret. Giggling, Ary stuck it rather precariously on Bry’s blond head.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Ary was indeed strange. For one thing, he barely spoke. Even at that tender age he had already figured it was a waste of energy to exert himself over such a thing. Instead, he found it easier to communicate with actions, which rightfully spoke louder than words. And why would he need to be constantly chattering when Bry did it enough for the both of them? She had definitely told the entire world he was her boyiefweind.
Correction. Bryony was right at his side every step of the way. It took Ary a moment to realise this since he was huffing. The boy recovered soon enough to begin rifling through the bin. He nodded briskly when Bry asked him the question. What he found first was a hat though. A rather battered and holey hat. It was faded red to almost pink-ish. He didn’t know it but it was a French beret. Giggling, Ary stuck it rather precariously on Bry’s blond head.
On the contrary, Bryony had never really thought it very strange that Aryan wasn't much of a talker. That had always been how things were. He was the quieter of the two and she was the chatterbox that always got her way. Except for when she was around him, things were different when she was with him. it always had been. Ary was the one person in the entire world that the small blonde tornado of a child went easy on.. or well.. as easy as she knew how to be. For him, she always tried her very best to reign things in as much as she could manage. Anything for her boyiefwiend. For that, he was welcome.
It was alright, being small meant that Bry was quite often overlooked but she knew that Ary hadn't done so on purpose. He wasn't as athletic as she was. Kneeling down beside him close to the box, Bry began to rummage through the items inside. There wasn't much of great interest in here but her aim was to move things around and find paperclips. It seemed that Ary had other ideas because there was suddenly something on her head. Blue eyes lifted upwards first but she couldn't see at all what it was, so she had to take it off. "What is it?" She turned it over in her hands staring at the color and all of its holes before placing it back on top of her head. "I like it. Whatcha think, Ary?" Maybe she could take it with her and get it fixed up a little bit?
In one of the junk shops dusty old corners, was a dusty old grandfather clock. The hands were stopped at ten minutes after ten o'clock, giving the clock's grayed face a smile. Though the large clock once had a commanding presence, it was often overlooked among the knickknacks and bric-a-brac. You'd be forgiven not to notice the black smoke that was escaping from it.
Suddenly, the door to the old clock swung open, releasing a billowing black cloud into the shop. And through the smoke appeared a wizard, his front caked in soot, desperately chasing the cloud out the front door with an ornate leather bellows that he was furiously pumping. What was he doing inside the clock?
The wonderful thing about junk shops was that they were full of surprises if you took the time to look.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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Originally Posted by Kolyander
On the contrary, Bryony had never really thought it very strange that Aryan wasn't much of a talker. That had always been how things were. He was the quieter of the two and she was the chatterbox that always got her way. Except for when she was around him, things were different when she was with him. it always had been. Ary was the one person in the entire world that the small blonde tornado of a child went easy on.. or well.. as easy as she knew how to be. For him, she always tried her very best to reign things in as much as she could manage. Anything for her boyiefwiend. For that, he was welcome.
It was alright, being small meant that Bry was quite often overlooked but she knew that Ary hadn't done so on purpose. He wasn't as athletic as she was. Kneeling down beside him close to the box, Bry began to rummage through the items inside. There wasn't much of great interest in here but her aim was to move things around and find paperclips. It seemed that Ary had other ideas because there was suddenly something on her head. Blue eyes lifted upwards first but she couldn't see at all what it was, so she had to take it off. "What is it?" She turned it over in her hands staring at the color and all of its holes before placing it back on top of her head. "I like it. Whatcha think, Ary?" Maybe she could take it with her and get it fixed up a little bit?
Ary was aware that Bry was different with him. He had watched her antics with everyone else; when it came to him it was easy to spot the difference. She was still noisy and always running and doing ninja stuff, cried to get her way when he refused to do something she asked but it was always a mini version to what everyone else had to go through. In a way, he was glad of this.
“Hat?” Ary volunteered. “Funny hat.” He thought the holes made it look funny, like real polka dots. “It’s nice.” The little guy was cautious to comment on the hat, not about Bry because he was quite positive she would take it as an opportunity to shout that ‘her boyiefweind told her she looked nice’. When one had known Bry all their lives, they could predict her easily.
The sudden movement of the grandfather clock swinging open and the black smoke made him freeze, except for his head which had turned in the direction. Ary said nothing but he fixed the man with a curious stare.
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Ary was special. As her boyiefwiend he gets all the things no one else gets.. like.. much shorter Bry tantrums AND her actually playing what he wants too. See? There were perks to this and here he was constantly denying the fact that he was indeed her boyiefwiend when everyone already knew it to be true.
Well, yes, she could see that now. It was not only a funny hat but it was full of holes and faded and really just a complete mess buuuuuut her Aryan placed it upon her head so.. there was where it was going to stay. For now. "Thanks!" Bry smiled brightly at Ary who was in fact very correct in being super cautious in how he worded things around her. "I think I'm going to keep it. Maybe we can fix it up together?" Patch up the holes and clean it so it isn't so.. messy?
Normally the small blonde wasn't as easily startled by things as her boyiefwiend was. However she had her back towards the grandfather clock when it went swinging out, black smoke everywhere. Not a word should be said to her on the fact that she jumped and spun around to stare at the wizard covered in soot.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: We love her! <3
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Originally Posted by Kolyander
Ary was special. As her boyiefwiend he gets all the things no one else gets.. like.. much shorter Bry tantrums AND her actually playing what he wants too. See? There were perks to this and here he was constantly denying the fact that he was indeed her boyiefwiend when everyone already knew it to be true.
Well, yes, she could see that now. It was not only a funny hat but it was full of holes and faded and really just a complete mess buuuuuut her Aryan placed it upon her head so.. there was where it was going to stay. For now. "Thanks!" Bry smiled brightly at Ary who was in fact very correct in being super cautious in how he worded things around her. "I think I'm going to keep it. Maybe we can fix it up together?" Patch up the holes and clean it so it isn't so.. messy?
Normally the small blonde wasn't as easily startled by things as her boyiefwiend was. However she had her back towards the grandfather clock when it went swinging out, black smoke everywhere. Not a word should be said to her on the fact that she jumped and spun around to stare at the wizard covered in soot.
Shorter tantrums were always welcome. As for her playing the stuff he wanted? Well, he was grateful for her cooperation though he supposed he deserved that favour since he always put up with climbing monkey bars and other challenging ninja training. He would only give in to them being good friends. Best friends? Maybe. While he had never confirmed not denied this, being best friends with Bry was a-okay with him.
Yes, Ary knew Bry would like it that had, with all silly intent, placed the hat on her head. With her, he was comfortable enough to be silly about a great amount of things. “Welcome,’’ he told her happily but then his expression mellowed out. “Can’t stitch.’’ He pointed to her then to himself and this meant that neither of them could stitch. “My daddy or papa can help? Or Aunty Hady? Uncle Frankie?” But yes, they were getting the funny hat if Bry wanted it so much.
Ary saw you, Bry! Oh yes, he did! But maybe they should pay no further attention to the man? Though if there were more explosions, Ary would definitely want to leave. Could they go back to hunting through all the junk? He tugged on Bry’s arm to get her attention.
With one more mighty press of the bellows, the door to the shop had blown open, and the cloud of black smoke went out. Finn held the compressed bellows triumphantly aloft before placing them in an umbrella stand near the door. "Is somebody there?" He called out as he removed a checkered handkerchief from his back pocket, and attempted to remove the soot from the lenses of his goggles, but only managing to leave smudges and streaks. So, instead he simply lifted the goggles up onto his forehead. "Ah. There you are. Sorry about the mess. I'll get that motorbike running eventually."
With a whistle, a flock of feather dusters flitted about the room, moving amongst the shelves while a pair of brooms danced with each other along the floor. "Is there a particular treasure I can help you find?" Finn asked the pair while he wiped his hands on his leather apron, one hand gloved, the other not.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Shorter tantrums were always welcome. As for her playing the stuff he wanted? Well, he was grateful for her cooperation though he supposed he deserved that favour since he always put up with climbing monkey bars and other challenging ninja training. He would only give in to them being good friends. Best friends? Maybe. While he had never confirmed not denied this, being best friends with Bry was a-okay with him.
Yes, Ary knew Bry would like it that had, with all silly intent, placed the hat on her head. With her, he was comfortable enough to be silly about a great amount of things. “Welcome,’’ he told her happily but then his expression mellowed out. “Can’t stitch.’’ He pointed to her then to himself and this meant that neither of them could stitch. “My daddy or papa can help? Or Aunty Hady? Uncle Frankie?” But yes, they were getting the funny hat if Bry wanted it so much.
Ary saw you, Bry! Oh yes, he did! But maybe they should pay no further attention to the man? Though if there were more explosions, Ary would definitely want to leave. Could they go back to hunting through all the junk? He tugged on Bry’s arm to get her attention.
Had he not taken notice to this over the years? As they had gotten older she was indeed trying much more to do better with her tantrums and taking in turns in doing whatever it was that he wanted to do. This only came into play where Aryan mattered. Everyone else well, they had to handle things for themselves. Aaww, the poor boy was always in denial about these things. One day he would see what she saw.
Bry lifted her shoulders in a very easy shrug. "That's okay. Whoever has the mostest time to help can do it." Yup, look at her not being fussy this time! She didn't even mind if one of the adults magically fixed the hat for them so it was done faster.
Nah-uh! If he thinks he saw something he needed those eyes of his checked cause nothing happened over here! The small blonde turned her attention right back onto her boyiefwiend when she was tugged and her bright eyes shifted right back to the junk boxes in front of them which she began to rummage through once more. Don't worry, Ary, her attention was always his first. She did hear the man's question however and answered him with a lift of her head and bright smiled before she went right back to what she had been doing seconds earlier. "Paperclips." They were hunting for paperclips.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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Originally Posted by Helios Sunrider
With one more mighty press of the bellows, the door to the shop had blown open, and the cloud of black smoke went out. Finn held the compressed bellows triumphantly aloft before placing them in an umbrella stand near the door. "Is somebody there?" He called out as he removed a checkered handkerchief from his back pocket, and attempted to remove the soot from the lenses of his goggles, but only managing to leave smudges and streaks. So, instead he simply lifted the goggles up onto his forehead. "Ah. There you are. Sorry about the mess. I'll get that motorbike running eventually."
With a whistle, a flock of feather dusters flitted about the room, moving amongst the shelves while a pair of brooms danced with each other along the floor. "Is there a particular treasure I can help you find?" Finn asked the pair while he wiped his hands on his leather apron, one hand gloved, the other not.
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Had he not taken notice to this over the years? As they had gotten older she was indeed trying much more to do better with her tantrums and taking in turns in doing whatever it was that he wanted to do. This only came into play where Aryan mattered. Everyone else well, they had to handle things for themselves. Aaww, the poor boy was always in denial about these things. One day he would see what she saw.
Bry lifted her shoulders in a very easy shrug. "That's okay. Whoever has the mostest time to help can do it." Yup, look at her not being fussy this time! She didn't even mind if one of the adults magically fixed the hat for them so it was done faster.
Nah-uh! If he thinks he saw something he needed those eyes of his checked cause nothing happened over here! The small blonde turned her attention right back onto her boyiefwiend when she was tugged and her bright eyes shifted right back to the junk boxes in front of them which she began to rummage through once more. Don't worry, Ary, her attention was always his first. She did hear the man's question however and answered him with a lift of her head and bright smiled before she went right back to what she had been doing seconds earlier. "Paperclips." They were hunting for paperclips.
Who had the mostest time of the four? That was definitely a question that required some serious thinking since all the adults were usually busy. But that was a bridge they would cross when the time came. What was most important was that Bry liked the strange hat as much as he did.
Liar liar, Bry! Also, Ary’s eyes were quite perfect! Since Bry was back to doing what he wanted them to do, he was quite content to forget about the strange man by continuing to rummage through the junk. Ary liked junk, by the way. One never knew what interesting they might find, be it paperclips or Muggle toy vehicles.
The voice of the adult had him looking up again. His head tilted to one side as he studied the man. Yes, he heard all the questions but Ary was never the type to open up to strangers so easily. That was all Bry’s doing, as was evidenced by the way she quickly piped up an answer. Motorbike? Dad Adi had one of those! Ary liked going for rides on it.
Swatting at a pair of feather dusters that was trying to clean the soot off him, Finn searched his leather apron for his wand. After producing two screwdrivers and a wrench, the junk wizard retrieved a wand that appeared to be held together with spellotape. "Paperclips? How delightfully mundane. The reusable cousin to the staple."
Finn was unorganized, yet he kept track of his inventory. If he was correct, there were a little over three dozen paperclips in various places around the shop. "Accio paperclips!" He called with a swish and a flick. There was a brief moment before they came with a zip zip zip from all the dusty corners of shop. They came in all shapes and sizes, a select few even in colorful plastic. A couple were still clipped to papers when they were summoned, and one came from his pocket, looking suspiciously bent like it was inside a lock.
About forty paperclips in total had gathered themselves into a ball that he held with his one gloved hand, presenting it to young Ary and Bry. "Take yer pick." Cute kids, but he was a little disappointed that their request was for something so simple. Maybe he had something a little more magical for them around here somewhere.
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The rising fourth year would not say that she was a die hard thrifter, considering she only really ever frequented Cranville's to search through their jewelry and at this point she had probably found everything worth being found. But still, when the summer days were long and she had run out of things to do, she often found herself making her way towards the cardboard boxes to rift through before heading indoors to take a peek around.
Which is exactly what she was doing today. Brunette hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she'd settled for a more mundane look for the day with a pair of jean shorts and a red t-shirt. Even if red might not have been 'her color' it was still Gryffindor color so she usually found herself gravitating towards it. She also had a pair of earring in that she had upcycled from this establishment as she made her way further inside. Eyes glanced towards the accessories bins, but instead today she found herself moving towards the back wall where all the books were held.
She'd wasn't a BIG reader but... sometimes she'd page through things. And she'd certainly never actually thought to peek at the textbooks here, but considering how much Harry Potter had learned years and years past from margin notations... she was beginning to wonder if there was a missed opportunity here. "Where are you my own personal half blood prince...?" She murmured softly, grabbing a very worn Transfiguration text off the shelf before coughing at the dust that came with it.
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Uhhh, well that would be the question now, wouldn't it? One she wasn't really worried about at this exact point in time as long as someone helped them with it. And someone would. Bryony would make sure of it. Which was nothing new to anyone when she wanted something. At least for all of them involved, this wasn't anything horrible. It was simply a very special hat that had been placed upon her small head of blonde hair by her wonderful boyiefwiend.
Shhhhhh, there was no lying here! She was very brave and not afraid of anything. Yup, he didn't know what he was talking about. Things like that could slide though because they were busy. Busy searching for paperclips. And other random interesting junk.
"Uh-huh! Just paperclips. He collects them." He being Aryan. Bryony gestured to her bestest companion that was knelt down beside her. Shining blue eyes watched as paperclips of all sizes and colors came flying from around the shop. "Lookit, Ary! Paperclips!," She giggled. "That one's pink!" Pink was a pretty color. So was the faded holey old reddish pink hat on her head that they'd found. "Do you like them?" Her attention was turned to Ary now because they were all for him anyhow.
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The rising fourth year would not say that she was a die hard thrifter, considering she only really ever frequented Cranville's to search through their jewelry and at this point she had probably found everything worth being found. But still, when the summer days were long and she had run out of things to do, she often found herself making her way towards the cardboard boxes to rift through before heading indoors to take a peek around.
Which is exactly what she was doing today. Brunette hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she'd settled for a more mundane look for the day with a pair of jean shorts and a red t-shirt. Even if red might not have been 'her color' it was still Gryffindor color so she usually found herself gravitating towards it. She also had a pair of earring in that she had upcycled from this establishment as she made her way further inside. Eyes glanced towards the accessories bins, but instead today she found herself moving towards the back wall where all the books were held.
She'd wasn't a BIG reader but... sometimes she'd page through things. And she'd certainly never actually thought to peek at the textbooks here, but considering how much Harry Potter had learned years and years past from margin notations... she was beginning to wonder if there was a missed opportunity here. "Where are you my own personal half blood prince...?" She murmured softly, grabbing a very worn Transfiguration text off the shelf before coughing at the dust that came with it.
It was Fynley’s first time visiting Diagon Alley since he was about ten years old but the memory of the place was somewhat burned into his brain that he was confident enough to go by himself. Not only that but it would be incredibly embarrassing for a fifteen year old boy to be seen with his parents, even if he hadn’t met any of his future classmates yet. He didn’t fancy gaining the reputation of being a ‘mumma’s boy’ for a start, not as a lad who considered his reputation one of his top priorities.
Hogwarts had been kind enough to provide Fynn with a list of supplies he’d need for his fifth year, the dreaded year of OWL exams in which he’d actually have to study somewhat if he wanted good grades and not be able to charm his way into copying someone else’s homework. The British accent had worked at Ilvermorny but would be rendered useless here. Fynn was not a reader nor did he like to learn by studying textbooks and writing notes which from the look of the reading list they’d be doing quite often. He could only hope that the Professors enjoyed a practical lesson as much as they did a writing one so that he could somehow scrape his way through the year.
The incoming fifth year was somewhere in the south side of the alley wandering about after picking up his new school robes from Malkins and deciding where to go next when he came upon an interesting looking second-hand shop. Fynley was not particularly short of cash but if he could scrape by and get a few of his textbooks on the cheap he could maybe save enough money to buy something he’d actually want, like Quidditch gear. He pushed open the door, instantly eying the rubber chicken on the counter with a baffled look on his face. Obviously the shopkeeper here was as strange as the assortment of things scattered around the shelves. He picked up a quill at first, realising that it was hanging together by a whisker and rendered completely useless and then was distracted by a Remembrall that was constantly blowing a shade of red. His confused expression remained on his face as he scanned the shelves wondering why exactly this shop existed.
It was then that he spotted the bookshelves and a girl, maybe a fraction younger than him, talking to herself as she searched over the textbooks and coughed in reaction to the dust. “I think you’re more likely to find a dust bunny” he chuckled, his accent a metamorphic combination of English and American. As much as he would’ve loved to find a guide that could teach him everything rather than having to listen in lessons, it was very unlikely and if it had those books had probably been nicked already.
He grabbed an old textbook off the shelf and flicked it open to assess the damage.
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She'd tried to push through flipping through the pages of the book, but the tingling in her nose was too much to handle so the Gryffindor quickly shelved it again and reached into her pocket to pull out her handkerchief to wipe at her nose to clear the remaining particles. Hearing a voice behind her, she rotated her body to see who was speaking - her feet remaining planted as she did so. "I think you're probably right. It'd be nice if a dust bunny could be charmed to be helpful in school like a book from a former prodigy." Which... wasn't that an idea. Not for dust bunnies, but she wondered if something could by done for pygmy puffs...
Maybe something to research into another time.
Attention turned back to scanning shelves, before she realized that his accent had been distinct. A hint of English and yet... something else too. Which garnered her curiosity as she looked back to him. "Are you from around here?" Was that a rude way to ask that question? If so, it certainly hadn't been intentional and yet... unintentionally rude did seem to be something she ended up being naturally talented at.
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The more that Fynley looked around the shop, the weirder it seemed to get. Nothing was complete, objects were broken and clothes were holey and used. He understood that maybe there were people in the Wizarding community who weren’t able to afford brand new but surely there were other ways to buy what they needed that wasn’t as gross as some of this stuff was?
And anyway, couldn’t magic fix all this?
Still, it hadn’t stopped Fynn from entering the shop and it wasn’t going to stop him from buying his textbooks if he needed them. The book he was flicking through at that second had pages torn out from it but he figured that the missing spells couldn’t have been that important and therefore was worth the very little money he was about to spend on it. What the point in spending a fortune on books when you could use that money for other things was beyond the fifteen year old. Being curious about the shop had also brought him face-to-face with a potential future classmate and being the friendly guy who had been thrown into the deep end and had to be the new boy again meant that he was going to take an social interaction he could before the term started again. “That would make my life so much easier.” Everyone needed a personal companion who could tell them all the answers they needed. He wouldn’t have to charm the answers out of his compatriots anymore.
The question took him off guard slightly but he didn’t take offence to it at all. He supposed that his accent had become a weird concoction of both his parents and he was able to disguise it to match one or the other dependent on who he was talking to. “Kind of?” he answered vaguely. “I was born here to an English mum and an American dad. We moved to the US when I was ten so I’ve been going to Ilvermorny up until now.” So he was technically both nationalities. Which one he preferred he hadn’t actually made a decision about yet.
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The idea of using magic to fix any potential treasures found here was truly genius. Considering the fact she was still too young to use magic, it hadn't even occurred to her as that being a possibility. Most of the time the jewelry she picked up was used to make something new that she and Scoot, if she so wanted, could share. Or sometimes if it wasn't too terribly broken she could fix it pretty easily. As for books... well, there wasn't much she could think of in terms of fixing those - particularly when it came to ripped pages like the edition she had hazarded picking up now. Maybe she could copy someone else's book from whatever was missing?
Probably. But that was sounded like a whole lot of work, which she would be so dramatic as to say she was more allergic to that then all the dust floating about.
"I know they made quills to know the answers, but those never seem to do the trick the way I want them!" Also, Hogwarts professors were really good at spotting those and confiscating. It was pretty unfortunate honestly. They really should recreate those to look even more different than the usual so students would have a fighting chance again. Though a companion that would be less suspected sounded like an even better idea. If only she was as talented in charms as she liked to pretend to be. A charm blessed wand apparently did not make someone a natural talent.
When he began to explain about his accent, her full attention went to the other patron and she gave a nod in understanding. An american parent and an English parent certainly would account for a blended accent. "Are you transferring to Hogwarts this term?" She supposed he could have just been on holiday, but worth the question anyways. Knowing new students was always fun, even if it usually took her some time to commit names to memory. "What's Ilvermorny like? Did you enjoy being a student there? I've always heard you get to actually like CHOOSE your house which seems pretty cool. Did you have options to pick from at your sorting ceremony?" Now that she'd found a thread of conversations, the flood gate of her usual questions had opened. Until she realized as it was she hadn't introduced herself before bombarding him. So in an effort to rectify that, she offered her hand out towards him. "I'm Vera, by the way."
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Fynley was pleased that he had come across someone who didn’t shy away from the concept of ‘cheating’ to get through their time at school. When Fynn had discussed about copying other kids homework with a girl he had met, she seemed to give him a disapproving look. Maybe the kids at Hogwarts were too goody-two-shoes for that idea to even pass through their heads? Fynley was proud of the entrepreneurial venture he had set up at Ilvermorny exchanging answers for flying tips and lad advice meaning that he didn’t have to indulge in the mundane task of reading textbooks. “I can’t say I’ve tried one of them yet.” Knowing his luck though they’d probably give him all the wrong answers or he’d have his quill confiscated by a member of staff. “They need to come up with something that the Professors don’t know about yet.” Something so discreet that they wouldn’t even notice them using it. He’d heard in muggle schools they’d write answers on the back of their plastic water bottle labels or put post-it notes on the bottom of their shoes.
The fifteen year old was yet to decide whether he was excited for his first term in a new school. On the one hand, he felt quite at home back in the UK seeing as it was where he had spent the first ten years of his childhood. The lad did however consider popularity to be a sign of success and at his old school he had accumulated quite the assortment of acquaintances. At Hogwarts he would be entirely back to square one, hence why he was trying to meet people in Diagon Alley before the term started. “Yeah, I’ll be starting in September. It’s gonna be weird to be the new kid again,” he grumbled. It sucked even more that he would be starting during his OWL year.
Then suddenly came the onslaught of questions from his companion. He didn’t mind but couldn’t help the chuckle from escaping his lips. “Woah there! One question at a time,” he laughed. “It was cool but at the end of the day it’s still school and that means school work and essays and what not.” he shrugged. “If more than one house wanted you then you could choose which one but that’s kinda like Hogwarts isn’t it? You can tell the hat if you have a preference?” He couldn’t really care less what house he was sorted in. His mum had been a Gryffindor so maybe he would gravitate that way or possibly he could be a Slytherin as he did set himself ambitious goals? A Ravenclaw he definitely was not.
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Paperclips?
Swatting at a pair of feather dusters that was trying to clean the soot off him, Finn searched his leather apron for his wand. After producing two screwdrivers and a wrench, the junk wizard retrieved a wand that appeared to be held together with spellotape. "Paperclips? How delightfully mundane. The reusable cousin to the staple."
Finn was unorganized, yet he kept track of his inventory. If he was correct, there were a little over three dozen paperclips in various places around the shop. "Accio paperclips!" He called with a swish and a flick. There was a brief moment before they came with a zip zip zip from all the dusty corners of shop. They came in all shapes and sizes, a select few even in colorful plastic. A couple were still clipped to papers when they were summoned, and one came from his pocket, looking suspiciously bent like it was inside a lock.
About forty paperclips in total had gathered themselves into a ball that he held with his one gloved hand, presenting it to young Ary and Bry. "Take yer pick." Cute kids, but he was a little disappointed that their request was for something so simple. Maybe he had something a little more magical for them around here somewhere.
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Uhhh, well that would be the question now, wouldn't it? One she wasn't really worried about at this exact point in time as long as someone helped them with it. And someone would. Bryony would make sure of it. Which was nothing new to anyone when she wanted something. At least for all of them involved, this wasn't anything horrible. It was simply a very special hat that had been placed upon her small head of blonde hair by her wonderful boyiefwiend.
Shhhhhh, there was no lying here! She was very brave and not afraid of anything. Yup, he didn't know what he was talking about. Things like that could slide though because they were busy. Busy searching for paperclips. And other random interesting junk.
"Uh-huh! Just paperclips. He collects them." He being Aryan. Bryony gestured to her bestest companion that was knelt down beside her. Shining blue eyes watched as paperclips of all sizes and colors came flying from around the shop. "Lookit, Ary! Paperclips!," She giggled. "That one's pink!" Pink was a pretty color. So was the faded holey old reddish pink hat on her head that they'd found. "Do you like them?" Her attention was turned to Ary now because they were all for him anyhow.
Ary eyed Bry. Did she remember that he also turned the paper clips manually into lopsided objects? Then again, it was okay if she didn’t mention it to the adult here; the verdict was still up in the air about if the man could be trusted. His eyes briefly trained on the feather dusters as he tried to follow their movements. But Finn’s own movements distracted him too, and the words. Staples and paperclips were related? Ary was shooketh!
The moment the boy caught sight of the paperclips zooming their way, his little face lit up. Paperclips may be simple and mundane, Mr. Shopkeeper, but they were highly entertaining in the right hands. But Ary wouldn’t say no to something more interesting. He reached out to select a mixture of silver and coloured paperclips. He nodded to Bry. “Pretty.” Of course the pink one was collected because Bry liked it; he offered it to her because she needed at least one clip too.
“Thank you,’’ he told the man. Maybe Ary could trust him a little now. A look was passed to Bry: Dad Adi would pay for the paperclips. He could trust her to relay the message to Mr. Smokes here.
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Cheating was probably one of the only ways she'd ever get anything close to a passing grade. Vera was not a studying type of girl, nor was she a particularly good at listening in class type either. She was hardly the 'do your homework' type either, truly. The practical lessons where they were up and moving and BUSY kept her attention and she took in some information through osmosis as she followed instructions but more lecture type lessons? Forgotten. Immediately. It was reaaaally going to hurt next year when her OWLs came about. "It's not worth it anymore. The odds of it being confiscated before it even does you any good is high." Her own previous ones hadn't even had a chance to make her entirely wrong first. "That's what I think too! It almost makes me want to pay attention in charms this term. It can't be THAT hard, right?" To make something of your own, she meant. She already knew paying attention could be rather difficult, though Professor Sayse did tend to make it fun.
To her, new students were EXCITING. When it came to the younger years, it was a bigger pool of people to befriend and turn slowly into henchman (her word from friend really for younger years), older students were a bigger pool of people who were more experienced and would have additional wisdom to impart. Her own year was just more people to probably annoy, but truthfully she wasn't ruling that out as a bad thing either. The excitement part though was so forefront for her, she hadn't even considered the other side of being a transfer and having to enter the hall with all the first years. "Well... good news is though you won't be the only new kid. There's usually a couple of transfers each year! And you'll just look extra cool to the first years because you already know magic and how to do practically everything." Way more than them, anyways.
A chuckle she could handle and she smiled back at him as he did so, just pleased he was trying to answer everything she'd rapid fired. "Sorry, I tend to get overexcited. And also if I don't ask right away, I forget what I wanted to ask." Very short attention span on this one. "Were the teachers strict about you actually turning in essays and homework and everything?" Hogwarts could be, but that didn't mean she didn't push the limits. She considered his return question, her head tilting a bit as she did so. "Well... I mean, I guess kind of. But from what I hear Ilvermorny's 'hatstalls' as we call it, are way more obvious. Like... the hat doesn't always TELL you exactly what houses it's considering. And if you ask for something that is very much not your personality, I don't think it would place you there." Though all of this information was entirely just her own hearsay. She had no experience, as the hat had been very quick to decide Gryffindor for her placement - which she certainly wouldn't have wanted any other way.
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Ary eyed Bry. Did she remember that he also turned the paper clips manually into lopsided objects? Then again, it was okay if she didn’t mention it to the adult here; the verdict was still up in the air about if the man could be trusted. His eyes briefly trained on the feather dusters as he tried to follow their movements. But Finn’s own movements distracted him too, and the words. Staples and paperclips were related? Ary was shooketh!
The moment the boy caught sight of the paperclips zooming their way, his little face lit up. Paperclips may be simple and mundane, Mr. Shopkeeper, but they were highly entertaining in the right hands. But Ary wouldn’t say no to something more interesting. He reached out to select a mixture of silver and coloured paperclips. He nodded to Bry. “Pretty.” Of course the pink one was collected because Bry liked it; he offered it to her because she needed at least one clip too.
“Thank you,’’ he told the man. Maybe Ary could trust him a little now. A look was passed to Bry: Dad Adi would pay for the paperclips. He could trust her to relay the message to Mr. Smokes here.
Duh.
Of course, Bry remembered. She liked looked at them and trying to see if she could figure out what they looked like. Sometimes she really did she shapes in the bent up paperclips.. but other times.. well not so much. So on occasion she would make things up to see if she could make Ary laugh with her attempted guesses. It was fun. The little blonde didn't think it was all that important for Mister Junk shop man to know but maybe it was?
As Aryan selected the paperclips he liked best, Bry glanced around at the random items close by. Ooooh! "Thanks!" Cue the brightest smile when the pink one was offered to her! "I'll keep it safe always." Reaching out a hand, Bry took the colored paperclip from Ary and taking the worn faded old hat off of her head she fitted the paperclips onto where one of the holes in the hat were. Now the hat had a little bit of decoration.
"Thank you, Sir!" He had been super helpful to them.
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