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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.
SPOILER!!: The friend who's a girl! <3
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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.
SPOILER!!: Possessive! hehe <3
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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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