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p . harkiss (eveningstars) wrote in valesco,
@ 2016-12-29 16:03:00

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NEW YEAR'S EVE! OPEN TO ALL!

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connard
2017-01-11 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Fans were very annoying.

They were worse than reporters. Reporters, at least, had some sort honour code to abide by—even if that honour code was most odious. But… fans… They popped up in the least expected places and could not easily be gotten rid of—much like a venereal disease. And if you did not do what they wanted you to, they lied to the papers, and wireless, and anyone who would listen, and said that you did horrible, mean things to them and how rude and graceless you were.

Axe might have done all these horrible, mean things to them, and was quite rude and graceless, but that—was beside the point.

When not reacting to the shouts of his name had not done anything to dissuade his adoring public that they had mistaken a normal wizard for him, Axe quickened his steps around the corner, glaring. Did no one have anything better to do on New Year's Eve than harass a very talented and popular Quidditch player? He ducked into a random shop before the horde turned the corner and found himself momentarily taken aback when he was greeted upon entering.

"Euh, non, thank you," he said hastily, turning around and looking for some shelves to hide behind. What if this shopkeeper was also a crazed fan? What if—had she said Wand Repair? Axe's brow crinkled. What useless sort of store was—Loudly, he added, "I am just looking."

What did one look for in a wand repair shop?

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braggadocian
2017-01-15 12:21 am UTC (link)

Just looking? Those words were the bane of a retail employee's existence, especially two minutes--one minute until close! Iris watched with an appalled expression as the customer legitimately disappeared between the shelving, her eye taking on a rather strong twitch.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she muttered under her breath. The clock struck closing time and the sound of the front door's locks echoed through the still very quiet shop. What was...he even looking for? Had some New Year revelry caused him to be in need of some wood bonding lotion? That was aisle two. Or had his hazel wand absorbed a bit of his temperament and needed to be sedated with a few hours under a soothing spell?

Sighing, Iris decided to hurry up this customer's visit with a few helpful tips. Employee of the month, right here. She ought to put up a picture.

Her heels clicked loudly on the wood and a passing glance into a mirror on the wall showed her how strange her full-and-sparkly-makeup looked with the plain work robes. At least she knew that it would all make sense with the full outfit.

"We've got a sale on cases," Iris said, coming from behind, her hands motioning in an exaggerated way toward the slim boxes. Perhaps she could annoy him out of the store, that would be a fun story to relate. "What's your wand wood? I can match anything you've got."

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connard
2017-01-23 08:41 pm UTC (link)

Caught off-guard, he jumped slightly even as he snorted derisively at that assertion. This witch was being very pushy for him having explicitly rejected her offer of help. Was she very desperate to make a sale? That did not surprise Axe, as he had never in his life ever felt the need to step into a wand repair shop (did he even know such things had existed until a minute ago? He would suppose not) and assumed the same applied to many other people as well.

After all, he thought with a grimace, whoever seriously felt the need to polish his wand in a literal sense?

"My wand is not British," he sneered, holding up a hand, "so I very much doubt that is possible."

When he turned to dismiss her, however, Axe did a double-take at the polished-looking face that met him and frowned. That was not the sort of person he imagined working in a wand repair shop. But perhaps he could not blame her for wanting to make her job appear slightly more glamorous.

"I do not demand assistance, thank you," he said pointedly, sneaking a glance at the glass storefront for signs of his mob. "So you may go."

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