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skeet (classless) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-08-12 04:14:00

WHO: Adrian Pucey and Megan Jones
WHERE: Quality Quiddith Supplies in Diagon Alley
WHEN: July 28, 2002 -- we'll say early evening.
WHAT: Just a random first meeting.
RATING: PG-13 at the most, for Adrian's mouth.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

Adrian knew the layout of the store like the back of his hand; despite having never bought anything from Quality Quidditch Supplies (unless Daphne's gift was the exception?), it was one of the stores he'd frequented the most. Not to mention he'd worked part-time as a stock boy the summer following his seventh year. The fact that he couldn't really afford much of what the shop had to offer never kept him from coming. Instead, it was a bit of a comfort to be surrounded by top-notch professional brooms and the like. Just because he didn't have the money didn't mean he couldn't dream a little, though lately, his career aspirations had actually become a reality.

At the moment, he needed to be surrounded by something familiar, something to get his mind off the past two weeks and the wretched time he'd been having. And sodding Daphne Greengrass-Potter, her too -- his supposed best friend.

Some fucking friend. His credibility to both the Ministry and the official Quidditch league had been threatened by her husband, and for the simple fact that he didn't like Adrian. And she'd just dismissed it, the offense forgotten as if it wasn't anything terribly important.

Never mind that an unnecessary interrogation and Azkaban time had been thrown in with the threat.

"Fuck her -- fuck them both," he muttered darkly and to no one particular, and because he wasn't exactly paying attention, he ended up reaching for the same broomstick servicing kit that another customer had been trying to snatch up. He looked down, noticed that he was tugging on one end while the other customer was pulling on the other -- brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she shot him a glare.

He returned the same pointed look, refusing to loosen his grip on the kit. After all, it was the only one left. "You wanted this?"

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megjonesy
2008-08-12 04:23 am UTC (link)

Megan hadn't really been a major part of the Wizarding world in so long so she took her day off to visit Diagon Alley. She used to love visiting the place because it meant that she would be returning to Hogwarts in a few weeks and finally meet up with her friends again. But unfortunately, all her friends had settled now into their respective lives and Megan had started to live as though she was a muggle. She really did not have much idea as to what was happening, though her parents shared plenty of information. Her brother's birthday was coming up and she highly doubted he wanted anything that she could get from the muggle world. He had taken an unusual liking to Pinball Wizard, but Megan didn't want to exploit his fourteen-year-old mind to Andrew Kirke's and Jack Sloper's music.

She finally retaliated to Quality Quidditch Supplies so that at least she could help him with his broomstick problems. Megan had grown tired of telling her dad and step-mum to not buy him a new broomstick every few months since the git always seemed to find some flaw with it. She decided that a broomstick servicing kit would be appropriate for him and after looking for that bloody thing for an hour, she found it. It was the last piece there and Megan was thankful for being there. She reached for it and grabbed it, at the same time another young man did as well. She looked up and frowned at him, not ready to give up on her gift idea for her brother. "Yes," she replied in a snarky manner. Megan tugged it some more and was growing frustrated at the fact that he wouldn't let it go. "Mind letting it go, sir?" Megan emphasized the 'sir' bit in a rather rude manner, and she didn't care if he was offended or not. She wanted that bloody thing.

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classless
2008-08-12 04:38 am UTC (link)

Adrian wouldn't give up that easily. If Megan was going to play the stubborn game, then Adrian could be equally persistent. And annoyingly so.

"You really want this..? How bad then, do you want it?" he asked teasingly, still with a firm grip on the kit.

Honestly, the kit wasn't something he had to have right then and there. He could probably fill out an order form for one at the front desk, and he would give it up and let her have it before she turned and left the shop. But couldn't he have a little fun for now, and at her expense?

Though really, the last thing he needed was to make another enemy. Not that the small redhead posed much of a threat to him.

"Well..?"

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