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Ameh · 06-20-2016, 11:07 PM

Really, was there anything better than music? Harker was sure there wasn't, and thus he found himself ducking into the music shop, out of the cold that had Diagon Alley in what seemed like a permafrost. Once inside he immediately stripped off his coat and stuffed it under one of the tables, hopefully out of sight enough that it wouldn't disappear on him; it was warm enough inside that he knew he wouldn't want it in a good minute. The tall man bypassed the counter, eyes lingering on the giant wall of shirts along the back of the shop before he made his way directly to the table littered with boxes and boxes of the item albums.

These things were so great for work. One little tap, and he could tune out an entire bar's worth of boring stories and needy patrons. They were honestly the best, and he wasn't sure how he had lived without them. As he passed by a girl (Tess) who was just sorta... standing in his road, he bumped into her, unable to fully get by with how close-quarters everything was.

"Sorry," he tossed over his shoulder, before leaning over the table and rummaging about to search for something good.

06-20-2016, 11:07 PM	#15 (permalink)
Ameh DIMC Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ Really, was there anything better than music? Harker was sure there wasn't, and thus he found himself ducking into the music shop, out of the cold that had Diagon Alley in what seemed like a permafrost. Once inside he immediately stripped off his coat and stuffed it under one of the tables, hopefully out of sight enough that it wouldn't disappear on him; it was warm enough inside that he knew he wouldn't want it in a good minute. The tall man bypassed the counter, eyes lingering on the giant wall of shirts along the back of the shop before he made his way directly to the table littered with boxes and boxes of the item albums. These things were so great for work. One little tap, and he could tune out an entire bar's worth of boring stories and needy patrons. They were honestly the best, and he wasn't sure how he had lived without them. As he passed by a girl (Tess) who was just sorta... standing in his road, he bumped into her, unable to fully get by with how close-quarters everything was. "Sorry," he tossed over his shoulder, before leaning over the table and rummaging about to search for something good.