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Boy Wonder · 12-20-2010, 04:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

Oh. So he'd attended Muggle university? How odd. Though he supposed Detective Amsten was hardly the only wizard out there bothering to have some muggle education. Etienne was going to ask the man if he'd done his studies in America, for his accent clashed with Etienne's own Birmingham one, and thus gave him away as a yankee, when he realized that the detective's life was really none of his business. So he kept his mouth shut and made sure a look of polite interest took over his fair face.

Right. Back to business. Rather uncomfortably, Etienne shifted on his seat. "Well, I recall stocking the shelves with new bottles of ink when I saw this couple talking in low tones, and kept on looking at the rolls of parchment." A small frown edged on his forehead as he continued, "So of course I went there to ask if they needed any help, you see? Helping costumers it's my job and all that. The woman was gracious enough, but he looked a bit like a grump." Or maybe like a crazy man, as Etienne had learned. "He asked me what was added to the parchment to make it scented... and, well, you see I got a bit defensive. After all, one doesn't one to just give away certain things about the merchandise because for all you know they could be competition. As it is, I thought they were Ministry People initially, so I admit I was a bit rude." Well, no. He'd not been rude--he'd been mocking. "But that's no excuse to what he did after."

It was true. And after some time had passed, after he'd mended (somewhat) his bruised ego, he'd come to the conclusion that the entire thing was a little creepy. Well, no--it was really creepy. "What I mean is," He cleared his throat and watched as one of his hands closed into a fist. "He told the lady to go, then proceeded to insult the job I had before calling me a... a... you know." Well, did he? Probably not. The man was no mind reader. Right? Kenning shot him a quick look from the corner of one of his brown eyes. "Mudblood. He called me a mudblood. And then set some sort of curse on me that left me bleeding." And that was the last time he'd be repeating that story, for not only was it embarrassing, but it was very offensive as well. After all, Etienne had never been scorned before for his heritage. "And just... how did he know I was a muggleborn?" Again, he cleared his throat. "I'm not ashamed of what I am, don't get me wrong, but I don't go around saying, 'Hiya! Etienne Kenning, resident Muggleborn of Scribbulus' or anything of the sort. It would be ridiculous." Because really--who cared about your blood status nowadays?

Once the story began, The Detective listened in carefully. He heard the tone in the man's voice... Nervousness. Of course, it is a horrible experience. Ben knew that first hand. He nodded at certain points, but mostly he wrote down, near word to word, everything the shopkeep said. But they eventually got to a point that surprised Ben.

'Mudblood?' He knew what the term meant. Just the fact that someone used it. It's not something that people use much anymore, and, as far as he knew, there were very little, if not no, muggle hating societies.

The New Yorker nodded to the man as he made his last point, scribbling down a few more notes. Then he started thinking. Where to start? There's many things we don't know. Might as well start with the man. "The man who attacked you," Ben finally said after a few moments. "You... Don't remember what he looked like? At all? What he wore? Any unusual features like a scar?" After saying that Ben realized scar may not have been the best word, remembering the man he was talking to had one.

12-20-2010, 04:25 AM	#19 (permalink)
Boy Wonder Formerly: RobinBoyWonder Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Greater NYC Area Posts: 6,935 Hogwarts RPG Name: Olivia Anderson First Year x1	Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed Oh. So he'd attended Muggle university? How odd. Though he supposed Detective Amsten was hardly the only wizard out there bothering to have some muggle education. Etienne was going to ask the man if he'd done his studies in America, for his accent clashed with Etienne's own Birmingham one, and thus gave him away as a yankee, when he realized that the detective's life was really none of his business. So he kept his mouth shut and made sure a look of polite interest took over his fair face. Right. Back to business. Rather uncomfortably, Etienne shifted on his seat. "Well, I recall stocking the shelves with new bottles of ink when I saw this couple talking in low tones, and kept on looking at the rolls of parchment." A small frown edged on his forehead as he continued, "So of course I went there to ask if they needed any help, you see? Helping costumers it's my job and all that. The woman was gracious enough, but he looked a bit like a grump." Or maybe like a crazy man, as Etienne had learned. "He asked me what was added to the parchment to make it scented... and, well, you see I got a bit defensive. After all, one doesn't one to just give away certain things about the merchandise because for all you know they could be competition. As it is, I thought they were Ministry People initially, so I admit I was a bit rude." Well, no. He'd not been rude--he'd been mocking. "But that's no excuse to what he did after." It was true. And after some time had passed, after he'd mended (somewhat) his bruised ego, he'd come to the conclusion that the entire thing was a little creepy. Well, no--it was really creepy. "What I mean is," He cleared his throat and watched as one of his hands closed into a fist. "He told the lady to go, then proceeded to insult the job I had before calling me a... a... you know." Well, did he? Probably not. The man was no mind reader. Right? Kenning shot him a quick look from the corner of one of his brown eyes. "Mudblood. He called me a mudblood. And then set some sort of curse on me that left me bleeding." And that was the last time he'd be repeating that story, for not only was it embarrassing, but it was very offensive as well. After all, Etienne had never been scorned before for his heritage. "And just... how did he know I was a muggleborn?" Again, he cleared his throat. "I'm not ashamed of what I am, don't get me wrong, but I don't go around saying, 'Hiya! Etienne Kenning, resident Muggleborn of Scribbulus' or anything of the sort. It would be ridiculous." Because really--who cared about your blood status nowadays? Once the story began, The Detective listened in carefully. He heard the tone in the man's voice... Nervousness. Of course, it is a horrible experience. Ben knew that first hand. He nodded at certain points, but mostly he wrote down, near word to word, everything the shopkeep said. But they eventually got to a point that surprised Ben. 'Mudblood?' He knew what the term meant. Just the fact that someone used it. It's not something that people use much anymore, and, as far as he knew, there were very little, if not no, muggle hating societies. The New Yorker nodded to the man as he made his last point, scribbling down a few more notes. Then he started thinking. Where to start? There's many things we don't know. Might as well start with the man. "The man who attacked you," Ben finally said after a few moments. "You... Don't remember what he looked like? At all? What he wore? Any unusual features like a scar?" After saying that Ben realized scar may not have been the best word, remembering the man he was talking to had one.