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SilverTiger · 12-16-2009, 12:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Lislchen

Melanie walked swiftly over to the Vendor Row with her new baby Chihuahua Misty in her arms, which was continuously trying to lick her face. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to bring him along, after all. However, she couldn't have beared its wailing if she had left him alone. So, there the 25 year old was, along with her doggie. And her sunglasses of course. They were a simple must-have on days like this. After all it the sun was shining brightly and, well, besides, she loved them.

"Shush!" Melanie muttered at her dog, as it started barking at one of the moving Quidditch players - she had no idea who exactly it was - while she passed the Quality Quidditch Supplies-stand. "Hey...I'm here. Sooo...what can I do?" She asked smiling at Brenna as she finally arrived at their little stand which was already completely set up and seemed ready to go. The thing was, she actually hoped that Brenna would have some kind of assignment for her to do - apart from the obvious selling of items that is - as otherwise she would have to be confronted with all that Quidditch-fan-spazzing. What was so amaaaazing about Quidditch anyhow?

It didn't seem to take too long after she'd set up for Melanie to arrive after the booth, and Brenna smiled at her assistant as the blonde walked up. "Good. Hopefully we get some customers soon," she said as the younger girl spoke, before a thoughtful look crossed her face. "Hmm, well, unless you can think of anything else we need, it seems both of us are stuck with nothing to do," she mused aloud, before she noticed the little puppy in Melanie's arms. "Awww, is it yours?," she asked, as the puppy continued looking around. "Girl or boy? Anyway, I guess you can set up a little place for it or something. Something to do while we wait." It seemed surprisingly slow at this end of the path, but there wasn't too much she could do about that, beyond trying to roam and drum up business.

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Originally Posted by Obi-Wan K'Lari

Her pockets lined with permission forms and camera in tow, Arjuna walked along vendor row looking for the perfect shots. Usually, these shots came up as accidents. With this knowledge, she snapped a few random pictures of shoppers and then of the vendors themselves as she walked past. She would get permission-written and irrefutable evidence-from the people in them for the ones she would submit to The Boss. Better be safe than sorry. That was something she'd learned living in India for a short spell. Of course, they couldn't be sued exactly could they? No. But just in case someone tried. She had the forms.

Click, click, click. She frowned at the couple of stall holders who had decided to get up on the counters. She'd seen it before, and the sale slogans shouted as loudly as humanly possible were the norm in street markets back in Sri Lanka...but she always thought it was undignified. On the other hand it made interesting pictures. Click, click.There were a couple of stall holders poking each other. Arjuna snapped first-Click- and stared in revulsion later.

While she was here, she might as well get some stuff for herself. She knew the game would be Australia vs England, so that was obvious. She didn't follow Quidditch that much, being muggleborn herself and living in that world for over a year, so she didn't have any particular allegiance. Australia was irrelevant to her so she opted for England-in majority at least.

Now, which stall? Hmm. Jackets? That sounded interesting. At least it was out of the box. Creative. Arjuna liked it. "Urm...Hello to you," she said slowly to the woman behind the counter. "I would like to buy some merchandise. Uh...a jacket. Yes... For Engand." Without warning, she took a picture. Click.

And then as she heard a click, she turned around, her dark hair swishing over her shoulder, to see a woman with a camera. Who was then speaking to her, and she smiled as she brushed her hair back again. Maybe next time there was nothing to do, she should locate a ribbon or something to pull her hair back. "Hi, and welcome to Madame Malkin's little home-away-from home. A jacket for England? Certainly," she said in a friendly voice, before glancing over at Melanie again. "Do you want me to get it or do you want to?," she asked in a low voice before turning back to the customer."That'll be 4 galleons, unless you'd like to look at some of our other merchandise. It's all very festive, really." It seemed there were practically as many colors in their little booth as generally was in most of the shop in DA, discounting the special orders of course.

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Melanie muttered at her dog, as it started barking at one of the moving Quidditch players - she had no idea who exactly it was - while she passed the Quality Quidditch Supplies-stand. "Hey...I'm here. Sooo...what can I do?" She asked smiling at Brenna as she finally arrived at their little stand which was already completely set up and seemed ready to go. The thing was, she actually hoped that Brenna would have some kind of assignment for her to do - apart from the obvious selling of items that is - as otherwise she would have to be confronted with all that Quidditch-fan-spazzing. What was so amaaaazing about Quidditch anyhow? It didn't seem to take too long after she'd set up for Melanie to arrive after the booth, and Brenna smiled at her assistant as the blonde walked up. "Good. Hopefully we get some customers soon," she said as the younger girl spoke, before a thoughtful look crossed her face. "Hmm, well, unless you can think of anything else we need, it seems both of us are stuck with nothing to do," she mused aloud, before she noticed the little puppy in Melanie's arms. "Awww, is it yours?," she asked, as the puppy continued looking around. "Girl or boy? Anyway, I guess you can set up a little place for it or something. Something to do while we wait." It seemed surprisingly slow at this end of the path, but there wasn't too much she could do about that, beyond trying to roam and drum up business. Quote: Originally Posted by Obi-Wan K'Lari Her pockets lined with permission forms and camera in tow, Arjuna walked along vendor row looking for the perfect shots. Usually, these shots came up as accidents. With this knowledge, she snapped a few random pictures of shoppers and then of the vendors themselves as she walked past. She would get permission-written and irrefutable evidence-from the people in them for the ones she would submit to The Boss. Better be safe than sorry. That was something she'd learned living in India for a short spell. Of course, they couldn't be sued exactly could they? No. But just in case someone tried. She had the forms. Click, click, click. She frowned at the couple of stall holders who had decided to get up on the counters. She'd seen it before, and the sale slogans shouted as loudly as humanly possible were the norm in street markets back in Sri Lanka...but she always thought it was undignified. On the other hand it made interesting pictures. Click, click.There were a couple of stall holders poking each other. Arjuna snapped first-Click- and stared in revulsion later. While she was here, she might as well get some stuff for herself. She knew the game would be Australia vs England, so that was obvious. She didn't follow Quidditch that much, being muggleborn herself and living in that world for over a year, so she didn't have any particular allegiance. Australia was irrelevant to her so she opted for England-in majority at least. Now, which stall? Hmm. Jackets? That sounded interesting. At least it was out of the box. Creative. Arjuna liked it. "Urm...Hello to you," she said slowly to the woman behind the counter. "I would like to buy some merchandise. Uh...a jacket. Yes... For Engand." Without warning, she took a picture. Click. And then as she heard a click, she turned around, her dark hair swishing over her shoulder, to see a woman with a camera. Who was then speaking to her, and she smiled as she brushed her hair back again. Maybe next time there was nothing to do, she should locate a ribbon or something to pull her hair back. "Hi, and welcome to Madame Malkin's little home-away-from home. A jacket for England? Certainly," she said in a friendly voice, before glancing over at Melanie again. "Do you want me to get it or do you want to?," she asked in a low voice before turning back to the customer."That'll be 4 galleons, unless you'd like to look at some of our other merchandise. It's all very festive, really." It seemed there were practically as many colors in their little booth as generally was in most of the shop in DA, discounting the special orders of course. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥