who; Eleanor and Miles what; She's helping him shop for a television where; Magical Menagerie, to start when; Thursday June 3, afternoon rating; ...
"You're taking Miles Bletchley to buy a ... television?"
The manager of the Magical Menagerie, Madge, looked at her employee with a mix of confusion and respect. She was a grandmother of three in her late fifties, but she followed Quidditch almost religiously and thought Miles was one of the hottest things going.
"Yes," Eleanor answered, pulling her workrobes over her head and shoving them underneath the counter for her to wear again tomorrow. "Is that supposed to mean something?" she asked then, a little warily. It was making her nervous enough that she had agreed to take someone she really didn't know shopping, but what Madge had said was starting to make her want to hide in the backroom and hope he went away without asking about her.
"No, it's just surprising. That's all." Madge then told Eleanor that Miles was the Keeper for the Arrows and 'oh so sexy'. And, as she did so, Madge made a point to fuss with Eleanor, fluffing up her already thick curly hair a little and pinching her cheeks to give her face a bit of colour. "You should put some lipsti--"
"No. Please, no." Eleanor pulled away from her boss, not enjoying being fussed with. She was taking him to look for a telly... they weren't going on a date. Her pretty much unmade face, loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans with a ripped knee were fine. Anyway, his being the Arrows' Keeper didn't mean much to her. He was just a Quidditch player. Sure, it could be a dangerous sport and the game was fun as all hell to watch. But Eleanor would have been much more impressed with him if, say, he bred Norwegian Ridgebacks. That was much more her style. Still, it wouldn't have meant that she would have dated him. Eleanor didn't bother with that sort of thing.