Who: Mallory Blackthorn (and whomever wishes to come to the store) When: 8-25 / Afternoon Where: Siren's Song Rating: PG-13 (just in case) Status: Open/Incomplete
Mal was in the upstairs office, finishing up some dull records keeping. Though she knew that she should be down in the store proper, even though the particular sale she was running was not something to scream and shout about. It would still bring in additional customers. A few more entries made she locked the office, no need for anyone to be in there especially Sam. The couch still had her blankets and pillows spread across it, as well as, a suitcase next to her desk. For now that particular dark secret was to be kept just that.
Today she wore something that may have been appropriate in a muggle rock music video, skinny jeans, a slinky silver top, silver heels, and her long black hair tousled and swaying about her face. Mal did enjoy clothing, her mother used to accuse her of never wearing the same thing twice. Closing the door to the stairs behind her she entered there store, there were a few customers browsing, but nothing more then the usual. Making her way towards the front counter she settled on a stool with a Wizarding Music magazine.