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These slow days were the worst. Spencer knew, of course, that with the summer holidays and all, it wasn't going to be as slow here as it could be, but he still didn't really anticipate much of a hustle and bustle. Maybe because the place didn't smell too fancy fresh. Oh, sure, none of that old rotten eggs business, but there was still that aroma that only jars upon jars of dead and/or pickled things could bring to an enclosed space.
Anyway. He may be mellowing slightly in his old age (25!!! the pain of it!!) and been at this job for a long while now, but Spence still did not vibe too well with silence and stillness. He drummed his fingers incessantly on the counter and looked around the shop for the eight-billionth time for someone who might need some kind of assistance or direction or whatever, found no lost-looking customers, and so strolled instead over to a glass jar of slimy dead things and used it as a makeshift mirror while he messed with his hair. Never know which of his, uh, old friends might make an appearance.
He bared his teeth and checked for spinach, even though he'd not touched the stuff in his entire life. And good thing too, because there was-... oh, never mind. Just a bit of distorted rat spleen inside the jar.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Chocolate! |