Beth Frobisher is a baby delivering expert! (spelldamage) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-07-25 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-07] july, ! npc, beth frobisher |
RP Narrative; Beth Frobisher
Who: Beth Frobisher & the Off License Clerk
When: 25 July 1980; Mid-afternoon
Where: St. Alban's, Hertfordshire
What: Beth tests out the forged IDs
Rating: Low
Status: Complete.
Forging IDs and attempting to get away with it was not a normal activity for Beth Frobisher. No Beth, had been a prefect, follow the rules, always do the right thing, Frobisher, certainly had never attempted to forge an ID for anything. Alcohol, although she'd had it much younger than the legal age limit, had come from her parents or her sisters, and she'd never tried to get into a film or a club, or anything remotely like it so today's task was both exciting, and a bit nerve wracking. Not because she thought that the IDs were going to fail at all - she and Emmeline and Hestia had worked on them so hard that she was fairly certain it would be right, but rather because she was actually breaking the law - even if it was Muggle law. There was a tendency sometimes to look down on Muggle law as if it were lesser somehow, and while Beth could see the occasional need for that, she'd never been one to feel that way. Possibly because of the fact that she'd lived in Muggle London for so long and her sister was a Muggle, and her other sister, although a witch, certainly did live in the Muggle world enough that it perhaps made Beth more cognizant of the fact than some people might have been. She Apparated near St Alban's cathedral and then made her way down into the town, looking for the first off license store that she came across. It was simple, get in, hopefully get asked for her ID, and then get out. If she wasn't asked it was going to be somewhat problematic. She pulled open the door of the Off License. It rather looked as if it had been there for the past three hundred years, and not really because the building looked that way (although it did), but rather because the shop itself looked that way as well. There were candies in the window, but Beth could have sworn the Aero bars had a thin layer of dust on top of them. The door closed behind her, a slight noise as the bell chimed, and she walked over to the cooled refrigerator units without so much as a look at the messy haired clerk behind the desk. She hesitated for a moment, but she supposed it didn't really matter what she got - someone at some point would drink it back at the Order Safe house wouldn't they? For the briefest of moments she missed Marlene and Agnes. The three of them - Lily probably couldn't have at the moment even had Marlene and Agnes been alive - could have gotten absolutely drunk tonight and had a ridiculous amount of fun doing it. But there wasn't any helping that, was there, and so there was very little point in thinking about it. She pulled bottles from the shelves and made her way towards the counter, a five quid of precious Muggle money in her pocket. She almost hated to use what she had in this way considering that they might need it for Muggle transportation, but she supposed to know if it was going to work, she had to know if it was going to work. "'ello," the bloke behind the counter said, hardly looking up from his copy of Woman. Ignoring the fact that the teenage boy hardly looked old enough to be selling at an Off License not to mention why he was reading a women's celebrity magazine, Beth placed the drinks on the counter to check out. "That it?" "Yes," she said, feeling as though she were being entirely too obvious, though in reality she just sounded a little over excitable. "Right, £2.67 then," he said. She reached into her purse with the smallest of almost imperceptible sighs. After how many years of buying liquor and being asked for ID she had to get the one clerk in the whole of Hertfordshire who didn't care. She pulled out both the bills and the ID there, laying it on the counter as she dug around for the change in the small coin purse. It really didn't need to take that long for her to do that, but she thought she'd go ahead and leave it there so he could have plenty of time to examine it and notice if something was off. Finally she pulled out the coins and laid them on top of the bills, reaching for the ID to put it back in her purse. The Clerk seemed to have noticed nothing unusual about any of this and instead counted out the change - taking a very long time to do so - and slammed the drawer shut with a shrug. "Night then," he said, returning his nose to the magazine. Beth picked up the liquor trying very hard to not yell at the boy - probably actually a man - and tell him about how he should be paying attention to these things, and didn't she look too young to be buying liquor. She'd just have to try some place else - and maybe somewhere that didn't have a layer of dust on the candy in the window. In all likelihood, that had been a bad sign right there. |