Tracey Davis (brakingcharm) wrote in afic, @ 2011-06-19 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: theodore nott, character: tracey davis, player: em, player: sue |
WHO: Theodore Nott and Tracey Davis
WHEN: Sunday, June 19, 2005
WHERE: Quality Quidditch Supplies, Diagon Alley
WHAT: Listening to the Falcons match on the wireless
RATING: possibly R for Tracey's enthusiasm for Quidditch
She closed up Quality Quidditch Supplies earlier than normal, not that there was much Quidditch business on a Sunday at any rate. Any respectable enthusiast was at the match or in some pub listening to the play by play on the wireless. Since she wasn't running book out of the back room, it wasn't as if Tracey needed to stay open to take wagers or make payouts. Not that she hadn't considered it though. It would definitely be an added source of income. Provided the Ministry never found out. Something warned her that the Department of Magical Games and Sports would frown on her encouraging gambling on the wizarding sport. Specifically if they weren't getting a cut of the profits.
Shooing the last lookers-not-shoppers to the door, she flipped the sign and tidied up, flicking her wand in the direction of the back to charm the wireless loud enough to hear the pre-match commentary while she counted out the daily till. The work room was as good as it was going to get. Sure there were boxes and inventory still scattered about. The search for her snitches had left things a bit cluttered but she worked best in a busy environment. She'd charmed a couple of packing crates into wide, comfortable chairs for them to sit in. The brocade was worn and faded but she'd pin Theodore with a wicked, withering stare if he commented on them. Her master skills at charms seemed to stop at the long handle of a broom most days. But the magic chairs would likely last the duration of the match, as long as the Falcons were intent to win.
Tracey kept half an eye on the floo as she worked the knot of her apron free. They'd not discussed how Theodore was arriving and she didn't want to discourage him with a warded entrance. She was lured to turn her attention to the wireless again, her own commentary just as loud, expecting the announcers to hear her colourful opinions through the magical radio. It was probably for the best that they couldn't.