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Terence Higgs (terence_higgs) wrote in tinworth,
@ 2009-12-18 01:45:00

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character: sarah fawcett, character: terence higgs, date: december 2003, place: w: diagon alley

Characters: Sarah Fawcett, Terence Higgs
Locale: Madam Malkin's
Date: (backdated to) early in December, 2003
Warnings? Expect an excess of fashion 'don'ts' (Snakes! Snakes EVERYWHERE!) and large amounts of repressed(?) foul language and violence.

Terence Higgs liked his job with Terrortours. Though not the sort of employment he would have chosen for himself, he'd found that he enjoyed booking madcap adventures for daring (or at times, simply mad) witches and wizards. He was less than thrilled, however, with the travel agency's latest contest. Shaking hands with a gaggle of curious thrill-seekers--how tedious! That the event would most likely also prove to be awkward and embarrassing was a suspicion that Terence pushed to the back of his mind. Having no option to refuse, he had decided to go through with the unsavory task with as much good humor as he could muster.

To that end, he'd booked an appointment at Madam Malkin's to be fitted for a new set of dress robes. Terence was no stranger to bespoke tailoring, but he was determined that these particular dress robes would be something special. So Terrortours wanted him to be 'terror-fying', did they? He supposed he couldn't blame the company for wanting to gain a little publicity from their in-house Death Eater. He would oblige with satorial splendor the likes of which hadn't been seen since Salazar Slytherin himself!

Malkin's was busy when he stepped through the door, bustling with clients who no doubt wanted to purchase clothing for more mundane occasions. In no particular hurry, and with his security detail as unobtrusive as ever, Terence strolled up to the counter and waited to be noticed.

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stitchcraft
2009-12-27 07:06 am UTC (link)

Sarah was going to positively kill Mavis. The silly bint knew that Madam Malkin was getting more holiday-mad with every day that passed, and the girl had had the nerve to owl in sick on one of the busiest shopping days of the pre-Christmas rush, leaving them short-handed.

Now, if she'd actually been sick, that would have been completely understandable...but Sarah had a sneaking suspicion that Mavis' absence had less to do with illness and a sight more to do with the tall young clerk from the apothecary's shop. Sarah'd eaten dinner at the Leaky last night before heading home, and she'd happened to catch sight of Mavis and the thin, blond clerk getting sozzled and groping each other - rather inappropriately for a public place - in a corner booth. Sarah supposed, as senior clerk, she really ought to have a word with Madam Malkin, but Mavis - though an exceedingly silly girl - was one of their best junior clerks, and she usually was much better behaved.

Still, I'll have to keep my eye more closely on her...

The shop was a madhouse today...holiday shoppers had crammed the place nearly from the moment they'd opened, Sarah'd not gotten her lunch break on time and had practically inhaled her sandwich before rushing back to the shop, and she'd had to take on two of Mavis' pre-reserved appointments for the day. The first, that morning, had been a cranky five year old with an overbearing mother who were having matching Christmas frocks done up with accents of their hideous family tartan. After that, Sarah had been so caught up in the ensuing walk-in rush that she hadn't gotten to look at who the second booking was, she only knew that they'd be there at two o'clock.

At the moment, it was nearly two and she was bent low over the front counter, rummaging about in the bins beneath for more straight pins when she felt a hovering presence in front of her. Thinking it might be her appointment she looked up. "Hello, welcome to Madam Malkins' Robes for All Oh-sweet-Rowena!"

Standing in front of her was the subject of nearly every bad dream she'd had since Halloween. Smug and smarmy as ever, and...she finally checked the appointment book...yes, he was Mavis' two o'clock.

I swear...does Merlin hate me? What did I ever do to him?!

Schooling her features as best as she could, she picked up her measurement pad and a pencil and said, "Now, Mr. Higgs, what precisely brings you to Madam Malkins' today?"

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