Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} opportunist) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-07-28 19:11:00 |
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Setting: Late Wednesday afternoon in Magical Menagerie.
Summary: Scene Lottery: A sudden rainstorm - inside - catches two people off guard. (Rain-in-a-jar courtesy of the WWW.)
Rating: Mild, apart from probable cursing and possible insanity
Trevor’s eyes scanned over the shelf full of product, not quite sure what exactly he wanted but sure it’d jump out at him when he saw it. It was a vitally important task and required his practised eye, it couldn’t be trusted to just any schmuck willing to run his errands. Trev stooped and rifled through a bin on the bottom shelf, pulling out a small, fluffy stuffed niffler. It squeaked when he squeezed it and wiggled it’s nose at him. Smiling to himself, Trev squeezed it a few times as he stood up, pleased with the find. Serve him right to wind up with a dog that was so bloody picky about his toys.
He grabbed a second toy, sure that the little stuffed animal would be in shreds by the end of the week and a back up would save him coming back to the Menagerie too soon. Glancing at the list he’d scrawled, reminding him to make a stop by the pet shop, he remembered he also wanted treats and turned about, looking around the aisle. There were a few boxes of dog treats, obvious from the dog leaping about on the front. “Oi!” He called out, looking over the top of the shelving, trying to call out one of the shops assistants. “Any of those liver ones?”