Who: Roman Selwyn & Ted Tonks What: Their first meeting at a bookstore. When: March 9th, 1979, Mid-Afternoon Where: The bookstore at Diagon Alley Rating: PG Status: Incomplete/Closed
The sheer amount of filth that walked these streets, acting like they owned the place, like they had a right to walk, was enough to almost make Roman break. It was a thin line holding his poise together and it was the same every time he walked down the Diagon Alley or any other place in the Wizarding world. His body was tense, his hand curling down by his side – almost looking like a nervous habit. He was having a hard time keeping his lip from curling up into disgust every time something brushed up against him, or even looked at him dead on. He didn’t understand why they thought they had a right to even lay eyes on him; they should’ve been bowing down to him, thanking him for gracing them with his very presence. He was better than they were, they should be burning at the stakes, their lives and homes destroyed and everything they held dear killed. They were not worthy enough to live. Yet, there seemed to be more and more of them showing up everyday, breeding like the rats they were. They needed to be culled or sterilized so that no one else would be infected with their inferior blood.
He raised his hands, tugging on the lapels of his coat before twisting slightly out of the way of an oncoming group of people, he could almost see the grime on their skin, and he fought hard not to gag. The sight and the smell he knew was there was beginning to make him ill and if he didn’t remove himself from their very presence. He swallowed and stepped into the first store he came across, sure he could hide someone in it’s depths until he pulled himself under control. It was hard, being the ‘genial nice gentleman’ he had adopted for the publics consumption, it was an evil, but it was a necessary one. He raised a hand, removing the fedora and tucking it underneath his arm, running a hand through his hair to settle it down a little bit. He looked around, seeing that he had stepped into the bookstore. This would be adequate for the moment, the aisles of books easily for him to disappear for a few brief moments to regain control.
He stepped into one of the lines, his eyes running over the titles of the books, a few of them causing him to grimace. Mudblood filth, the mere fact that they sold it here was enough to make him want to burn the place down. Their kind of trash had no place in a respectable environment, and he was beginning to wonder what the owners were thinking, to allow it in here. Obviously they were confused about something, or perhaps they were mudbloods themselves. And that made him shudder in disgust, his hand clenching slightly as if he were afraid to even touch the shelves anymore.
He moved to the back, his eyes running over the spines before one caught his eye and the name looked familiar so it must mean it was of decent quality. Picking it up, he opened it carefully and began to scan the first place, wondering what it was about.