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*Lottiepot* · 04-13-2023, 07:30 PM

SPOILER!!: Vera

It was Fynley’s first time visiting Diagon Alley since he was about ten years old but the memory of the place was somewhat burned into his brain that he was confident enough to go by himself. Not only that but it would be incredibly embarrassing for a fifteen year old boy to be seen with his parents, even if he hadn’t met any of his future classmates yet. He didn’t fancy gaining the reputation of being a ‘mumma’s boy’ for a start, not as a lad who considered his reputation one of his top priorities.

Hogwarts had been kind enough to provide Fynn with a list of supplies he’d need for his fifth year, the dreaded year of OWL exams in which he’d actually have to study somewhat if he wanted good grades and not be able to charm his way into copying someone else’s homework. The British accent had worked at Ilvermorny but would be rendered useless here. Fynn was not a reader nor did he like to learn by studying textbooks and writing notes which from the look of the reading list they’d be doing quite often. He could only hope that the Professors enjoyed a practical lesson as much as they did a writing one so that he could somehow scrape his way through the year.

The incoming fifth year was somewhere in the south side of the alley wandering about after picking up his new school robes from Malkins and deciding where to go next when he came upon an interesting looking second-hand shop. Fynley was not particularly short of cash but if he could scrape by and get a few of his textbooks on the cheap he could maybe save enough money to buy something he’d actually want, like Quidditch gear. He pushed open the door, instantly eying the rubber chicken on the counter with a baffled look on his face. Obviously the shopkeeper here was as strange as the assortment of things scattered around the shelves. He picked up a quill at first, realising that it was hanging together by a whisker and rendered completely useless and then was distracted by a Remembrall that was constantly blowing a shade of red. His confused expression remained on his face as he scanned the shelves wondering why exactly this shop existed.

It was then that he spotted the bookshelves and a girl, maybe a fraction younger than him, talking to herself as she searched over the textbooks and coughed in reaction to the dust. “I think you’re more likely to find a dust bunny” he chuckled, his accent a metamorphic combination of English and American. As much as he would’ve loved to find a guide that could teach him everything rather than having to listen in lessons, it was very unlikely and if it had those books had probably been nicked already.

He grabbed an old textbook off the shelf and flicked it open to assess the damage.

04-13-2023, 07:30 PM	#18 (permalink)
Lottiepot Alley Proprietor Graphorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: winks Posts: 17,988 Hogwarts RPG Name: Apollonia Fergersnout Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Ackerly Ravenclaw Sixth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Tessa McKinley Nesting Occamy Rentals x12 x6	HeadGirlMC \| Treddie & Trixiver <3 \| Copy Girl \| Katie's Ickle Minion \| I love YOU more SPOILER!!: Vera Quote: Originally Posted by Chelliephone The rising fourth year would not say that she was a die hard thrifter, considering she only really ever frequented Cranville's to search through their jewelry and at this point she had probably found everything worth being found. But still, when the summer days were long and she had run out of things to do, she often found herself making her way towards the cardboard boxes to rift through before heading indoors to take a peek around. Which is exactly what she was doing today. Brunette hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she'd settled for a more mundane look for the day with a pair of jean shorts and a red t-shirt. Even if red might not have been 'her color' it was still Gryffindor color so she usually found herself gravitating towards it. She also had a pair of earring in that she had upcycled from this establishment as she made her way further inside. Eyes glanced towards the accessories bins, but instead today she found herself moving towards the back wall where all the books were held. She'd wasn't a BIG reader but... sometimes she'd page through things. And she'd certainly never actually thought to peek at the textbooks here, but considering how much Harry Potter had learned years and years past from margin notations... she was beginning to wonder if there was a missed opportunity here. "Where are you my own personal half blood prince...?" She murmured softly, grabbing a very worn Transfiguration text off the shelf before coughing at the dust that came with it. It was Fynley’s first time visiting Diagon Alley since he was about ten years old but the memory of the place was somewhat burned into his brain that he was confident enough to go by himself. Not only that but it would be incredibly embarrassing for a fifteen year old boy to be seen with his parents, even if he hadn’t met any of his future classmates yet. He didn’t fancy gaining the reputation of being a ‘mumma’s boy’ for a start, not as a lad who considered his reputation one of his top priorities. Hogwarts had been kind enough to provide Fynn with a list of supplies he’d need for his fifth year, the dreaded year of OWL exams in which he’d actually have to study somewhat if he wanted good grades and not be able to charm his way into copying someone else’s homework. The British accent had worked at Ilvermorny but would be rendered useless here. Fynn was not a reader nor did he like to learn by studying textbooks and writing notes which from the look of the reading list they’d be doing quite often. He could only hope that the Professors enjoyed a practical lesson as much as they did a writing one so that he could somehow scrape his way through the year. The incoming fifth year was somewhere in the south side of the alley wandering about after picking up his new school robes from Malkins and deciding where to go next when he came upon an interesting looking second-hand shop. Fynley was not particularly short of cash but if he could scrape by and get a few of his textbooks on the cheap he could maybe save enough money to buy something he’d actually want, like Quidditch gear. He pushed open the door, instantly eying the rubber chicken on the counter with a baffled look on his face. Obviously the shopkeeper here was as strange as the assortment of things scattered around the shelves. He picked up a quill at first, realising that it was hanging together by a whisker and rendered completely useless and then was distracted by a Remembrall that was constantly blowing a shade of red. His confused expression remained on his face as he scanned the shelves wondering why exactly this shop existed. It was then that he spotted the bookshelves and a girl, maybe a fraction younger than him, talking to herself as she searched over the textbooks and coughed in reaction to the dust. “I think you’re more likely to find a dust bunny” he chuckled, his accent a metamorphic combination of English and American. As much as he would’ve loved to find a guide that could teach him everything rather than having to listen in lessons, it was very unlikely and if it had those books had probably been nicked already. He grabbed an old textbook off the shelf and flicked it open to assess the damage. __________________