dingled (dingled) wrote in afic, @ 2011-07-20 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed, character: harold dingle, character: tracey davis, player: jo, player: sue |
WHO: Tracey Davis and Harold Dingle
WHEN: BACKDATED to Monday, 18th July, afternoon
WHERE: Quality Quidditch Supplies, Diagon Alley
WHAT: Dingle's going to try and convince Tracey to let him store some 'stock' in the cellar of her shop
RATING: At least PG-13 for his language >.<
Before he pushed the door open to Tracey's shop, he leant against the wall of the shop opposite across the Alley, finishing off his cigarette but really assessing the area, doing a little reconnaissance of the surrounding shops and the number of overlooking windows, the amount of foot traffic there was at this time of day. It would be useful information for what he had planned. If Tracey agreed to have him store some items in the cellar, he'd have to figure out a way of depositing them and withdrawing them safely and quietly. He usually made use of the proprietors of Knockturn Alley, where the streets were narrower and shrouded in seemingly eternal shadows.
But there was a reason he needed access to Diagon, and despite the increased difficulties in logistics and movements, Harold had handled much worse situations, and quite looked forward to the challenge.
Smoking the cigarette almost all the way down to where he held it between his fore and middle fingers, he pushed off the stone wall and flicked the end away, weaving through the meandering crowd to reach Quality Quidditch Supplies. He nudged the door open and stepped inside, the interior pleasantly cool compared to the closeness of the warm air outside in Diagon. Letting his gaze languidly travel across the Quidditch brooms and supplies, silently noting that they were actually 'quality', Harold slowly made his way towards the counter, reaching over at one point to run his fingers along the broom handle of the latest Firebolt. His broom, and supplies, had been traded for with a Knockturn merchant, not because he couldn't necessarily afford it from Tracey, but because Knockturn trade had much more potential for bargaining and haggling, and Harold would always prefer that type of business to straight-up, legal transactions. It wasn't in his wheelhouse, never would be.
"Alright?" he said, peering at her as he folded his arms on the counter and leaned onto them.