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james potter. (jaames) wrote in connotation_rpg,

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."