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Apollo {ray of sunshine} Black (errordynamic) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Saturday mornings tended to be slow in the month or so after Hogwarts started, which meant that Logan tended to open the store himself, with maybe another associate if he was lucky. It wasn't that he disliked dealing with the public, quite the opposite really, but he didn't like the minutiae of running a store. But nobody could fault his knowledge of their stock. He'd personally ridden all the brooms, except for those meant for children much smaller than he. Then he'd recruited children he trusted (or whose parents trusted him to not put their darling precious ones in any real harm) to give their honest opinions.

Logan raised an eyebrow at the chattering six––sorry, six and a half––boy and crouched so they were eye to eye, or near to it anyways. Logan knew he was a big guy and big guys tended to scare kids. Besides, looking down to that angle might give him a neck ache. "Purple and red, huh? Well, we don't have any right now, but we could probably find one for you. So how old is your last one?"