Beth Frobisher is a baby delivering expert! (spelldamage) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-05-29 10:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! . placeholder, ! [1980-05] may, beth frobisher, rabastan lestrange |
RP Random Log; Rabastan Lestrange & Beth Frobisher; "foot long sausage"
Who: Rabastan Lestrange and Beth Frobisher
When: 29 May 1980; Afternoon
Where: Flourish and Blotts
What: Very Random Random Things. "Foot long sausage"
Rating: LOW
Status: INCOMPLETE.
Beth was very relieved that it was the end of the week and yet she was glad that she had work to distract her today. She was feeling somewhat anxious about the plans that the Order had for the Daily Prophet and so inventory, with its little details and quirks was actually the perfect thing for her to be doing on that Friday afternoon. Granted, she normally hated inventory, but right now it kept her mind focused on counting titles, looking for items they would need to reorder and perhaps titles that they should send back to the publishers and not reorder because they had been on the shelf for months and months. No, all in all it was a welcome distraction. She was thankful that they'd allowed her more hours at Flourish and Blotts when she'd quit her internship at St Mungos. Thankful too, that thus far they didn't seem inclined to fire her, simply because she was a Muggleborn. She really didn't want to have to take up a Muggle job as Harriette always said she could do if things got too bad and she sometimes thought Lauren wondered why she hadn't already. Working in a Muggle bookstore couldn't be that much different than a magical one, Lauren said, demonstrating clearly that she didn't quite grasp the sometimes peculiar differences between the two worlds. Beth's mind drifted between the occasional thought about what would need to be done for the Daily Prophet attack, and inventory, and thus, the final hour of her shift seemed to be moving rather quickly. Rabastan hated shopping. He hated dealing with shop clerks and people who tried to sell him things he did not want, ask for or need. Oh, he knew they were trying to be helpful and all that, but Rabastan didn't buy their act. Did they think he was incapable of asking for help when he needed it? When he was ready to purchase something, Rabastan would certainly speak to them but until then, he usually ignored the clerks completely. It was only by chance that Rabastan stopped into Flourish and Blotts, simply because it was on his way to where he was going and he needed to waste a little time before showing up there. Plus, it would give him the chance to look for something for Rodolphus and Corbina. It was a book store, there had to be something in there he could buy for them. Their mother would probably not like getting new books and they would probably not have time to read them this week, but he could store them for a short while and use it to distract them when he needed it. Walking slowly through the aisles with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at some of the titles, Rabastan found himself entirely unimpressed. All the books were pretty germane, at least they seemed so. Too common for what Rabastan was thinking of, and probably far too plain for Rodolphus. Noticing clerk actually doing her work and not bothering him, Rabastan made his way over and cleared his throat lightly. "I am looking for very particular books, perhaps that you have stored out of the public reach." Beth had noticed Rabastan Lestrange, of course, but she was trying to pretend that he really didn't actually need any assistance. Although she typically was a helpful sales clerk, when she was doing inventory, she usually didn't do much more than offer assistance, but with Rabastan Lestrange? She wasn't even going to do that. She would have quite preferred to not be noticed at all knowing what she did about the Lestrange family because of her connections with the Order. However, when he did speak, and she could tell that he was addressing her, she decided it would be quite good to pay attention and do her job as helpfully, and hopefully mundanely as possible. Thus far she had gone relatively unnoticed by Death Eaters and although it was perhaps a touch selfish, Beth would quite prefer to continue to remain unnoticed by the group of them. "Yes sir?" She quickly stood, placing the wand she'd been using for inventory away in her robes and walking over to stand close -- but not too close -- to him and hopefully answer his questions as quickly as possible. "Did you have titles or authors perhaps? I can certainly check the back storage for you." "Hm, no, not that kind of a search," Rabastan said, waving his hand a little. "I am looking for books for people who are not particular about the subject and quite honestly I wouldn't know where to start. Really, anything that is a first edition." It sounded a little snobby but, well he was a Lestrange, he didn't care at all. Dealing with people that were less than him was something Rabastan was used to, he hardly took notice of the girl helping him at all, beyond that he needed help and required her to get it. "Perhaps something in a different language, and definitely very old." "Oh," Beth said, and then realised that the 'oh' sounded somewhat less than friendly and she quickly smiled to make up for it, but her mind was searching for something that might be what Rabastan would want so that he would leave without bothering her, or even really noticing her as anything beyond a sales clerk and perhaps even more importantly wouldn't give him more tools that could be used against the Order. She supposed that was "We have a rare books section," she suggested. "Most of them are used, of course, because they were printed quite a while ago, although a few are in like new condition," she was rambling. Stop rambling, Beth, she told herself firmly. "There's a very interesting section in early gaelic that deals with spells and charms. I can show you if you think that would be helpful?" Raising an eyebrow at her tone and smile, Rabastan ignored the rest and nodded. Rare books sounded just what Rodolphus would need, especially after a week like this one. "That sounds just like what they would like. I will need two different ones. One is not very particular and the other, well, do you have anything that could be related to marriage or weddings or something like that?" Just because he was being nice, didn't mean he couldn't tease Corbina whilst doing this good deed. He motioned for Beth to lead the way. Rabastan knew she wasn't of pure society (he knew all of the females in his society) but it was definitely better not to ask about her blood, so he could get these books and be done with it. Beth blinked. Marriage? Weddings? In rare books? She supposed it was possible, but she was having a difficult time thinking of anything that would even begin to qualify under that term. Perhaps something about ancient wedding rituals? Or a first edition wedding book from another century? But now she was just standing there like a moron because of her surprise. She quickly moved, motioning for Rabastan Lestrange to follow her. She led them up a short spiral staircase to a section apart from the other books. The books in this section were clearly older and nearly always used. There were a few new titles that were first editions published within the past five years, but that had sold out so quickly that the first edition became a 'rare' title in and of itself, but most of them were published at the very least fifty to a hundred years ago. "Here we are," Beth said. "The gaelic ones I was mentioning are right here, sir," she noted several titles with dark blue covers. Weddings though?" She glanced around the section. 'Accio books on weddings' would not be particularly useful in a bookstore. "Let me do a bit of looking while you look at those." And she immediately put her mind to going through the books that were in front of her, keeping half an eye on Rabastan Lestrange. She honestly did not trust the man any further than she could see him, but she thought it would be odd for him to try something on a random shop clerk in the middle of Flourish and Blotts. Rabastan forgave her of her standing there, gaping at him, because one, she was a commoner and two, he was ruggedly handsome. It was definitely something that had happened before, in the sight of Rabastan Lestrange. He followed her up the steps and nodded approvingly over the section. He was definitely not Rodolphus or Corbina, but they looked old and smelled old so that was good enough for Rabastan. He perused the bookshelf, looking at the gaelic books (and unable to read them) curious about what the titles mean, but would not bring himself to ask. A particularly old, fat tome stood out to Rabastan and he pulled it off the shelf, resting it on his lower arm and paging through it very carefully. He couldn't make out any of the words, but the pictures were quite interesting. Yes, this would definitely do for Rodolphus. "This looks good," he said to her once she had returned to his side. "What else have you found?" Beth would have been horrified had she known what Rabastan was thinking of her gaping, beginning with the protestation that she was not gaping! But almost as quickly it would have settled into relief that he merely mistook her for someone who found is pureblood privilege attractive. It was certainly safer than him knowing the truth, that she was a Vigilante Order member Muggleborn who knew he was a killer Death Eater Lestrange! The question though, was what else had she found? Obscure, rare, there really weren't very many books on weddings in this section. She finally pulled out a history of wedding vows and traditions and raised it up so that Rabastan could peruse it himself. "This might be one possibility, I suppose," the book had clearly been published sometime in the middle of five centuries ago and it looked it. In fact the entire book gave off a weird feeling, as if in touching it, she felt a sudden ridiculous urge to propose to someone, and most certain she was not going to propose to Rabastan Lestrange. It had to be enchanted, she thought, quickly placing it gingerly on a table that was available for customers to look through books. "Or possibly this history of fashion in the Wizarding World, although, it really is not specifically tailored to weddings or brides." This book was safer, less with the urge to propose. He tucked the Gaelic book under his elbow and frowned thoughtfully as he flipped through the other book. He, too, could feel the strange vibe, and noted that he would probably have to get it checked out first. Perhaps one of the cursebreakers in their ranks would help him out. Rabastan flipped through the book gingerly, "It is quite old. But I don't think history of fashion would be right. She doesn't really like fashion like that." But it would serve for an idea for later though, in case he needed to get out of trouble. "Yes, I quite think these two will do. Do they come with any information or history from your registry?" "I can check," Beth said quickly, but hoping that it was not too quickly. She didn't want to seem over-eager to get rid of the man even though she was precisely that. She motioned for him to follow her and moved to make her way back down the small staircase and move to the counter where she could look behind the desk to see what information there might be. As she reached the desk she pulled out the cards that kept such things in them and looked for the information. There was a small registry information on the Gaelic book, and a brief note card on the wedding book. Unsurprisingly it was noted that the book had been charmed with a love spell of unknown origins. "Here we go," she said, turning back around and placing the information on the counter between them. "Would you like for me to ring them up then?" |