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Old 07-04-2011, 12:43 AM   #154 (permalink)
James_Potter

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William Atticus MacGhilliseathenaich-Dwinkendorf IV
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Dervish & Banges was definitely Braeden's favourite shop in Hogsmeade, right after Honeyduke's. They had everything here! EVERYTHING. Even things the boy didn't even know existed until he saw them here.

The best part? Everything the shop had to offer was aimed for both pureblood wizards and muggleborn wizards, like himself. So there were many neat little muggle things the boy could buy and then take home and show his family (though most of the time his mother considered it to be silly things that only occupied space... she was right).

The boy was just absentmindedly examining an old broken wristwatch that could, apparently, be opened, and the inside was filled with ink, just in case you ever needed an ink bottle right away without searching your backpack. The downside was that if you left the top (which was the watch's face) open and moved your arm, all the ink would just spill out… It was magical, though, so it never ran out of ink. Cleaning up the mess was another story, though, and Braeden had to learn this the hard way as he quickly pulled the watch off and tried his best to clean up the mess of ink he'd just left on the table. GAH.

Despite having attended Hogwarts for nearly two years, Roderigo had never set foot inside Hogsmeade. At least the weather was warmer now than it had been for most of term. The warm sun was making him hot, so he took off his cloak and tucked it into his bag. As he walked along the quaint Wizarding village, the joke shop Dervish and Banges caught his eye. Highly intrigued, the Spaniard walked up to the door and entered the shop. The seventh-year Ravenclaw instantly fell in love with it. There were endless shelves of tiny, intricate knickknacks. He walked over to a rather large, Muggle Cuckoo Clock when he heard a slightly rambunctious clatter from nearby. He turned around to see who else but Braeden Stonem trying to clean up yet another mess he'd gotten himself into, literally. Shaking his head, he walked up to the Gryffindork.
"What've you done this time," he asked, chuckling. He peered at the massive amount of black ink that had spilled all around. "Really?" He asked, laughing.
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