 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
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Originally Posted by Ginevra  Daisy needed something to take her mind of not being able to play Quidditch anymore. She had always found music to be quite therapeutic and she was getting very sick of having to take Sleeping Draughts. She slowly entered the store and made her way to the front counter, her purse full of money that her mum had given her as a fifteenth birthday present.
"Hello there. I was wondering if I could take a look at one of your drum kits. I'm interested in purchasing one." As he had hoped Atticus was finding keeping busy while Diagon Alley was at its peak season during the summer was very helpful for taking his mind off things and keeping his mood relatively light. Not that he was ever the most upbeat person, but he considered himself normally laid back, and in light of recent events he was struggling a bit to keep that same demeanor.
But he had spent most of the morning at the front counter staying busy by ringing up sales. At least business was good. He was just about to make his rounds through the merchandise after the last purchase at the counter when a teenage girl approached him. A drum kit, eh?
"Well, we do have several drum kits in stock," he began, though he could also custom order. "They range from basic to more elaborate, so that would depend on your experience level..." He eyed her, noting she seemed a bit young, but probably about his age when he first really got into music. "And how much money you're willing to spend, of course."
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