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Bedwyr Pyrites (finestintheshop) wrote in connotation_rpg,
@ 2009-04-22 22:34:00

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April 22nd, 1979. What IS that you're selling? [OPEN]
Characters: Bedwyr Pyrites and OPEN
Setting: Out and about in Diagon Alley, just shy of Knockturn Alley.
Summary: Bedwyr decides to go shopping. He forgets how dirty and crowded Diagon Alley can be sometimes.

It was just after lunch and Bedwyr Pyrites decided that he needed some time out of Harddick's Haberdashery. Harddick himself was a doddering fool, and each day he made Bedwyr more and more primed to poison him, and keep the shop for himself. He had yet to do so however, instead fostering a most friendly-seeming relationship with him first. It would be far less obvious if he actually appeared to like the old fool rather than be public about his true feelings. The cheerful smile on his face stayed plastered on as he called out that he was going on lunch, but it melted the moment he turned away. Sodding old git. Bedwyr was itching to do away with him, but he knew he had to bide his time just a little longer.

The smile returned in full force as he stepped out into the grey April day. It had rained about an hour prior, and threatened to rain once more. Bedwyr frowned, hastily placing an impervious charm on his clothing, just in case the sky opened and poured down on him before he had a chance to get anywhere. He had no real destination; he just needed some time away from Harddick before he poked his wand through the man's brain. So he meandered down Diagon Alley, pausing and looking with patented apprehensive curiosity down in the direction of Knockturn Alley.

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jaames
2009-05-02 05:51 pm UTC (link)

On this day, with nothing much in particular to do, James Potter had headed to Diagon Alley to pop into Quality Quidditch Supplies to see if the proprietor had needed any help stocking. The older man was hesitant to use magic to transport brooms so not to tamper with their already highly magical properties. James, a purist when it came to all things Quidditch, couldn't help but agree. However, Mr. Brynmor hadn't needed much help. The peak seasons for broom purchasing were over, and not much stock was rolling in this time of year. The post-Quidditch season where gear was repaired and brooms recalibrated wasn't quite yet upon them, so the two men had spent a quiet hour or two discussing the finer points of broom tail makeup in relation to speed and agility. Not at all a bad day, at least in James's opinion. Nevertheless, jobless and layabout of society as he was, James had other errands to run, and left the store with a friendly wave to Mr. Brynmor and a promise to come back once repairs trickled in. James's next mission was simple: find something to eat. A quick stroll in the direction of Fortescue's was bound to turn up something. Anyway, he'd heard a new sandwich shop had opened up beside it. That sounded good to James: a sandwich and then ice cream. Maybe he'd stop in Muggle London on the way home and pick up takeaway for dinner. He'd gotten quite good at keeping the curious stares to a minimum, especially at the fish and chip stands, where everyone was odd, anyway. James hadn't realized he'd passed his intended destination until he, too, was a few paces from the mouth of Knockturn Alley. It appeared he wasn't alone.

"I hear if you head down there you'll turn into a frog." he said dryly to the back of Bedwyr Pyrites, and managed to stifle the urge to roll his eyes. Honestly, how incriminating was it to stand in broad daylight staring like a nutter into the infamous Knockturn?

"Or maybe it was a slug. I can't be sure; I've never been there myself."

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