Who Charlie Weasley and Orion Black What Orion's come to borrow some records Where The Magical Menagerie When Sunday afternoon Warnings none/ pending Status incomplete
Charlie got to the Menagerie later in the afternoon; no one seemed to be in a rush to purchase a pet, so he generally worked the hours he felt like working. When he wasn't there, he'd set up a small ward to let him know if someone did come by so he could hurry back. He was lugging a decent sized crate full of old American Jazz records for Orion. He smiled a bit to himself as he lifted the crate onto the store's counter top. Sure, he marries that wretched woman from the painting, and sure, he doesn't sound like he'd win any Father of the Year awards, but right now he's just Orion Black. Another pure blood kid who happens to like American Jazz.
Charlie hummed to himself as he worked his way around the store, feeding various animals and setting the cleaning supplies to clean the habitats on their own. He worked this way for a while, putting one of the records on the player he'd brought to the store earlier in the week. After a bit, he thought he heard a noise and turned with a smile on his face. "Hello there."