|Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in silverage,|
@ 2011-09-01 07:12:00
|Entry tags:||!log, jaime davies, sirius black|
She maintained it was his fault. If they hadn't gotten a bulletin board (like she'd asked him to), then she wouldn't have been tempted to put up the flyer, and he wouldn't have decided that since she'd done that, the shop was all hers until Halloween was over.
Jaime had thought he was bluffing, but apparently he was either way the hell better at carrying a bluff than she could ever hope to be, or he was dead serious about it.
Either way, she'd written up all the things she'd wanted to order and handed it off to him for approval, and she'd started to move some of the more valuable, questionable, and genuine articles to less central places. She'd also put ridiculously high price stickers on the genuine things so that the wrong sorts of people wouldn't try to buy them. There were actual artifacts and magical things in here, and ... well, the general public just didn't need that.
So with the store currently somewhere between arcane and Halloween-ish, Jaime was busy arranging a display of Halloween decorations in the minimal space she had to work with. If nothing else, this had taught her that posting up flyers wasn't exactly the best idea ever because it made her actually have to work in the shop.
Well, maybe she'd get lucky and it would take off or something.