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Located on the south side of Diagon Alley, sandwiched in between Sugarplum's Sweets Shop and Janus Galloglass, is Cranville Quincey's Magical Junk Shop. The outside of this shop is nothing spectacular. A cardboard box labelled 'FREE STUFF' (containing bits of parchment that have already been doodled on and various items broken well beyond repair) rests on the cobbled street, serving an indicator of what kind of establishment this is.
Just beyond the door lays a maze of numerous bins, shelves, and racks holding various items with price tags tied onto them. To the left of the shop is where all second-hand clothing can be found for those who don't feel the need to purchase the pricey fabrics and accessories being sold at Madam Malkin's or Twilfitt and Tattings. The back is reserved for all kinds of books and reading material. Of course, they aren't nearly as top-quality as the ones Flourish and Blotts and other bookshops, but the amount you'll be paying for them is quite a bargain. Lastly, the right side of the shop is where you will find a large variety of miscellaneous items. Take your time browsing through these items as not even the shopkeeper remembers what all is here.
When you are ready to pay for your newfound treasures, make your way to the counter in the middle of the shop. On the counter itself, you will find a till and, oddly enough, a rubber chicken substituting as a bell. Typically the rubber chicken doesn't need to be squeezed as the shopkeeper is usually sleeping at the counter. But, in the event that the shopkeeper isn't around, give the chicken a good squeeze and he will be right over.
Islay had stood outside of the shop for a moment before heading into Granville Quincey’s Junk Shop, the junkshop, that junkshop was full of absolutely wonderful things. Broken things, weird things, and things tha she could make into different things.
Picking up a ragged shirt she just turned the old fabric over in her hand. Maybe she could figure something out about this? Maybe…she was going o do it. She was going to pick up somethings and see what she could make out of them.
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Islay had stood outside of the shop for a moment before heading into Granville Quincey’s Junk Shop, the junkshop, that junkshop was full of absolutely wonderful things. Broken things, weird things, and things tha she could make into different things.
Picking up a ragged shirt she just turned the old fabric over in her hand. Maybe she could figure something out about this? Maybe…she was going o do it. She was going to pick up somethings and see what she could make out of them.
Granville's was a shop Cole had never visited before, but after watching a brunette about his age enter it he followed suit on impulse. Stepping into the shop he realized that it was really a junk shop. He had thought it just was shop for weird stuff but everywhere he looked there we're broken and odd things.
Walking over to the table with miscellaneous items he watched from the corner of his eye how the brunette picked up a ragged old shirt from the clothes table. Randomly Cole picked up the red coloured rememberall from off the display table and held it up towards the girl. "Shouldn't you buy something red and pretty instead of a worn and ragged shirt?"
”Shouldn't you buy something red and pretty instead of a worn and ragged shirt?” the voice and the question had almost startled Islay. The idea of getting something pretty had just made her chuckle.
With a slight turn of her head she simply looked at the boy and his broken rememberall… ”those could be rather horrible and brilliant gag-gifts for people” she pointed toward the rememberall in his hand – pausing she just looked at him for a second taking in his features as she tried to remember his name. She had learned it last year during school of course.
…it had a V in it. She knew that much v…v…Vance? VANCE that was it!”…I was thinking of making a raggedy old toy for my dog Wiggins – he’s been a little off since moving” she was smiling at the blonde. ”you’re Cole right? I don’t think we properly met last year…I’m Islay”
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”Shouldn't you buy something red and pretty instead of a worn and ragged shirt?” the voice and the question had almost startled Islay. The idea of getting something pretty had just made her chuckle.
With a slight turn of her head she simply looked at the boy and his broken rememberall… ”those could be rather horrible and brilliant gag-gifts for people” she pointed toward the rememberall in his hand – pausing she just looked at him for a second taking in his features as she tried to remember his name. She had learned it last year during school of course.
…it had a V in it. She knew that much v…v…Vance? VANCE that was it!”…I was thinking of making a raggedy old toy for my dog Wiggins – he’s been a little off since moving” she was smiling at the blonde. ”you’re Cole right? I don’t think we properly met last year…I’m Islay”
She chuckled! Why did the girl chuckle at his pretty comment? Was it funny? Cole was bewildered because usually girls and pretty things we're meant to go together like bananas in skins. Before he got the chance to say something more the girl turned her head to look at him and the rememberall he was still holding in his hands. Forgetting the pretty red for now he raised his brows curiously at her. "Really? How can it be made a gag-gift?" Just wondering. It wasn't like he was going to pull a prank at school to risk getting detention.
Cole took in the girl's features for real this time, aside from the brown hair trying to place her name. She was in his house that much he knew for a fact. Luckily the girl beat him to akwardly guessing names. Nodding he affirmed with a smile. "Yes I'm Cole. It's nice to meet you Islay." But he had the strange feeling that he'd come to regret it. "That's a nice thing to do for your dog. Where did you move from?"
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David Truebridge was, per usual, wandering around London and not doing anything important at all. Today his wanderings had taken him into Diagon Alley, and over to the bin marked 'FREE STUFF' by the door of a certain shop. He had passed by this junk shop on occasion, but not being the sort of person to collect junk meant that he usually ignored it.
But today, today he felt like going inside. His patent for the Roomba 3000 had just been approved and so he was feeling particularly joyful and ambitious today (not that his face would have given any of this away). He didn't touch anything in the FREE STUFF bin and avoided the (presumably) musty second-hand clothing on the one side of the store. Instead, he busied himself with inspecting a load of gears and bits and bobbles that were together in a box, his profile visible through the front window of the store.
Interesting items they had here, hmm. Anything useful?
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
David Truebridge was, per usual, wandering around London and not doing anything important at all. Today his wanderings had taken him into Diagon Alley, and over to the bin marked 'FREE STUFF' by the door of a certain shop. He had passed by this junk shop on occasion, but not being the sort of person to collect junk meant that he usually ignored it.
But today, today he felt like going inside. His patent for the Roomba 3000 had just been approved and so he was feeling particularly joyful and ambitious today (not that his face would have given any of this away). He didn't touch anything in the FREE STUFF bin and avoided the (presumably) musty second-hand clothing on the one side of the store. Instead, he busied himself with inspecting a load of gears and bits and bobbles that were together in a box, his profile visible through the front window of the store.
Interesting items they had here, hmm. Anything useful?
One thing about being just on the cusp of being famous was that she had little need to continue all the various odd jobs she had acquired while trying to help Jerry make rent on their flat. Only whenever she thought about dropping any of them - minus the waitressing - she felt a peculiar void begin to form in her chest. Almost as though these odd jobs, some more thrilling than others due to their associates and them tapping into her animagus abilities were tangible to her existence and without them she would be less of herself.
It was inconvenient. Truly.
It was on behalf of one of those associates that she entered the junk shop today, though she was also looking for anything that may serve as a prop on set as well, and her pale slender fingers were just reaching for the knob on the door of the shop when she caught a familiar face inside. Thankfully his essence was not of the off putting variety, unfortunately he had left an entirely different impression upon her that haunted her thoughts at the most inopportune of moments. Breathing in the fresh air of the street, Valerie stepped inside and approached him from behind.
"I had never taken you of the sort to be drawn towards the steampunk aesthetic," she mused a bit while gliding to a stop beside him, one of her long pale fingers slipping through one of the holes in one of the gears to lift it and wear it like a ring as she examined it in the dusty light. "Or do you have a talent for metal charming that you neglected to inform me of during out last meeting?"
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One thing about being just on the cusp of being famous was that she had little need to continue all the various odd jobs she had acquired while trying to help Jerry make rent on their flat. Only whenever she thought about dropping any of them - minus the waitressing - she felt a peculiar void begin to form in her chest. Almost as though these odd jobs, some more thrilling than others due to their associates and them tapping into her animagus abilities were tangible to her existence and without them she would be less of herself.
It was inconvenient. Truly.
It was on behalf of one of those associates that she entered the junk shop today, though she was also looking for anything that may serve as a prop on set as well, and her pale slender fingers were just reaching for the knob on the door of the shop when she caught a familiar face inside. Thankfully his essence was not of the off putting variety, unfortunately he had left an entirely different impression upon her that haunted her thoughts at the most inopportune of moments. Breathing in the fresh air of the street, Valerie stepped inside and approached him from behind.
"I had never taken you of the sort to be drawn towards the steampunk aesthetic," she mused a bit while gliding to a stop beside him, one of her long pale fingers slipping through one of the holes in one of the gears to lift it and wear it like a ring as she examined it in the dusty light. "Or do you have a talent for metal charming that you neglected to inform me of during out last meeting?"
David was startled, to put it mildly, by the sudden appearance of the celestial being beside him, and even more so when she spoke to him in a normal, nearly positive tone and everything. Well well. Had some things changed in her life since their last encounter? He presumed so. Steampunk aesthetic aside (what even WAS steampunk???), David wasn't bothered by her popping up, but he was as wide-eyed and staring as ever.
"Not to brag, but I am an alchemist," he replied, not in the least bit humble about this brag. She did not need to know that he had literally just received an owl yesterday morning informing him of this new position, but it was, loosely, the truth. David's eyes flicked from the gears on her fingers to her uber-pale face. "I have a lot of talents you don't know about, Miss Gray."
Alas, finding whatever he'd been hoping to find in this box was not one of those talents. David drifted down the aisle some, winding further into the shop and onto the opposite side of a shelf full of trinkets.... made from glass? Now this was interesting. He gave one glass whirligig a gentle twirl with one of his narrow fingers, admiring the way it refracted the dusty light of the shop.
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The differences between their meeting beside the trash can and now were jarring for certain. For one she was not coming from a job she had just been fired from and that alone had her in a very different disposition. A more, dare we say, pleasant one? His awestruck gaping was noticed. A jarring similarity and one she was not particularly fond of. Did she need to pick your tongue up from the floor, David Truebridge?
"Which is not the same thing as metal charming," she pointed as she used her free hand to flick the gear around her finger and watch it spin around and around. "Rather than imbue metal...you transmutate it." Did she agree with his assessment that he was 'not bragging' about the superior study? She would keep such sentiments to herself for a bit longer. Though the coy little smile that tugged at the edges was not one rooted in amusement nor sass. "As do I, Mister Truebridge. As. Do. I." Her pale grey-violet eyes shifted from the gear that had now come to a still around her finger and to his features. Flicking her finger downwards suddenly, she allowed the gear to fall back into the box in front of them.
As for herself, she continued to sort through the box of copper and golden trinkets a bit more and collected in her palm a few old keys for her own personal appeal before pulling a list out from her pocket and glancing it over. Nothing from it could be found here, but she did find herself drawn to the cracked phials and ceramic pots. "Have you transmuted any alloys recently, David Truebridge?" she called over her shoulder to him while spinning one pot in particular in her hand as her finger traced the various cracks. "... gold, silver, or platinum?"
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If Valerie were to touch David's tongue in any capacity, he might not have objected, depending on the nature of the touch... but as it remained firmly in his mouth (at the moment) she really had no opportunity to handle it. What a shame.
"Indeed it is not," he replied, amused already by her and her impressive vocabulary. It was rare that he came across someone who seemed so well-read, or at least, someone with similar niche interests (so far as he could tell). "Correct," he nodded, continuing his assessment of the glass whirligigs. They were so....random and curvy, not at all what he was usually drawn to. But he was considering purchasing one now, maybe even a few broken ones, to repurpose them for a garden project.
Hmm? He glanced toward Valerie as she spoke and then realised she was again addressing him. "I have not," he admitted with a small sigh. "But I hope to start tackling something along those lines soon." Who knew what mysteries awaited him at the Ministry?! He was so eager to get started. Davie took a few steps in her direction and couldn't resist a small...question for her.
"Have you transfigured any moose lately, Valerie Gray?" His mouth was twitching with self-amusement. "Of the homosapiens or Alces alces kind?"
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Such thoughts were simply deplorable and she would not entertain them. Much.
"So then I fail to see the parallel between my question and your need to inform me that you have gained the status of an alchemist for the Ministry of Magic," she mused a bit to herself as she pushed a few other pieces around to search for something else she may find aesthetically appealing. "Perhaps that is one of these talents to which you speak? The ability to draw connections between the disconnected?" Even as the words parted her lips she was disgusted with herself and truly did not want him to respond to her inquiry.
Her eyes rolled a bit when he spoke next as an air of disappointment shifted through her fingers as she ran them along another deep crack in one of the pots she had picked up three times now. "Only of the blaberids variety," she smirked while setting the pot back down, selecting another idly, but soon returning that one to the shelf and picking up the first once again. Something about it was calling her to it, clearly. "Have you ever heard of Kintsugi, David Truebridge?" She may as well include him in her thought process. It was no idly chit chat nor for some seedy business that she had inquired about the transmutation of alloys.
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David blinked and put his hand to his forehead, automatically pinching the small space above his nose but betwixt his eyebrows. He did this sometimes even when he wasn't wearing any glasses. "When did I reveal that to you?" he asked, partly puzzled by her statement about the Ministry and partly just... just mentally needing to steel himself for something resembling a conversation with the strange one before him. Was this going to be a conversation or was she annoyed with him already?
He had wandered closer to her and her pots without really intending to, but here he was. "But I do draw connections easily." It was true; it was one of his personality traits, this ability to take in information and maipulate use it to his advantage. As though to prove this, he gestured with a light swirl of his index finger to the pot in her hand and then up toward her pale face, tucking this pointer finger back in his pocket quickly. "For example, your mentioning of... what, mending pots with gold?" It was an imperfect translation and to tell the truth, he knew NOTHING in-depth about kintsugi. But he had, at least, heard of it.
On the topic of Blaberidae, he tilted his head and wondered, "Do you like Kafka then?" Funny, he didn't think Americans were that well-read. Wisely he also did not say this part of his thoughts, as he did not fancy reacting The Metamorphosis inside Cranville Quincey's Magical Junk Shop today. Even if it was a suitable stage for that short story. Unless, of course, Valerie would be playing the role of Gregor... heh...heh...
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Her amusement was huffed under her breath while tucking some of her silky white hair behind her ear. "You did not. But an alchemist in London is quite a rare oddity with limited options. I assumed and you confirmed." Plus her moonlighting with the Owl Post provided her with certain opportunities for information. A detail he did not need to know about.
She was not sure what to make of his finger pointing other than she did not like it. Not one bit. Her eyes may have even narrowed a bit as he did so but she was able to tone down her irritation in favor of conversation. He should consider himself lucky as it was a rare opportunity she offered most. Something about David Truebridge had struck her more profoundly than she would like to admit and even now he continued to do so. "Golden joinery. The characters are for gold and patch or inherit, respectfully." Though he was not incorrect in that being another English equivalent, though it was for a different word. "And what connection is it that you have made regarding that?" Was he about to pretend to make an association between her and the form of repair? Hopefully not. She would hate to think that he was able to read her so easily...or understand her.
Her lips curled into an almost pleasant smile, though would have been quick to correct him of her Canadian birth were she to hear him call her American. "The Trial," she found herself nodding. "I found it the only compelling read." Though she had read the others as well, yes.
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Fine, he would allow her to win this one, since she wasn't wrong. He almost rolled his eyes at Valerie though. Did she know she had a tendency to come across as insufferable know-it-all? It takes one to know one, after all.
It was rude to point, he knew that. He really needed to stop doing that, particularly pointing at people. "For what purpose are you going to need these pots?" They were junky, broken things that he wouldn't even pot simple herbs in, unless he had to. "I'm sure you're not here for the thrill of the purchase." No, he thought Valerie got her kicks elsewhere... and he had seen the list she'd glanced at earlier. So he was curious, yes, if she was going to do something impressive with them.
Ah, she liked that one. It figured. "Things just happen to his characters, out of the blue," he mused. Reading Kafka was like seeing a nightmare come to life on a page sometimes. He didn't find it relatable, usually. But it was interesting that Valerie did. "The only compelling read?" Really, the only one? "I would have thought you'd favor The Metamorphosis."
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She was perfectly aware that people had the tendency to react unfavorably to how she spoke. Aware and unfazed. It was not as though she were placed on this earth to seek the approval of others anyway and she had always indulged in marching to her own beat.
So David Truebridge was not as good at making connections as he prided himself on. "Kintsugi," she simply repeated as she added the current pot in her possession along with one more that had likewise caught her eye. "I had thought that was obvious. Though if you are referring to what I intend to do with them after, that is something I will consider later." She had plenty of her own private supplies and home grown herbs that she could use them for. Or perhaps something else entirely. "No. I rarely find shopping to be a thrilling experience. I was here on an errand." She was certain that film crews had people who did this sort of thing for directors rather than the actresses, but for whatever reason the crew was particularly hesitant in making selections for her and the director wanted her to feel as authentic as possible.
His assumption, which was not false, tickled her interest and she turned to face him properly. "I am curious as to what makes you think so?" she asked upon wetting her lips and then taking a moment to lightly gnaw on her lower lip. Had she suddenly found herself concerned with how he perceived her? Possibly. It was a very very slender possibility.
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She was perfectly aware that people had the tendency to react unfavorably to how she spoke. Aware and unfazed. It was not as though she were placed on this earth to seek the approval of others anyway and she had always indulged in marching to her own beat.
So David Truebridge was not as good at making connections as he prided himself on. "Kintsugi," she simply repeated as she added the current pot in her possession along with one more that had likewise caught her eye. "I had thought that was obvious. Though if you are referring to what I intend to do with them after, that is something I will consider later." She had plenty of her own private supplies and home grown herbs that she could use them for. Or perhaps something else entirely. "No. I rarely find shopping to be a thrilling experience. I was here on an errand." She was certain that film crews had people who did this sort of thing for directors rather than the actresses, but for whatever reason the crew was particularly hesitant in making selections for her and the director wanted her to feel as authentic as possible.
His assumption, which was not false, tickled her interest and she turned to face him properly. "I am curious as to what makes you think so?" she asked upon wetting her lips and then taking a moment to lightly gnaw on her lower lip. Had she suddenly found herself concerned with how he perceived her? Possibly. It was a very very slender possibility.
David O. Truebridge was perfectly adequate at making connections, thank you very much. "Yessss," he repeated slowly, as though Valerie were a bit thick, "I was referring to what you will do with them later." Obviously. Had that not been obvious to Ms. Queen of Making Connections and Snobbish Remarks? He scoffed lightly at his own thoughts and looked down the aisle past her, his blue eyes focusing on an odd gear display that nearly looked like a skeleton. Mmm. Was this a deliberate display then? Why did it appear to be grinning at him? Were those the spokes from a Muggle bicyclergy being incorporated into the design? Is that what it was called, a bicyclergy?
Yes, he could tell the shopping bit about her, see. Another point in his column, thank you again. "An errand? From whom?" Not that he cared to be this nosy, but Davie had found that asking Valerie pointless questions was a good way to bring out her prickly side, and he did so enjoy seeing her cactus-like tendencies. He hmmed to himself, eying her lips when she licked them and then returning his bright eyes to hers.
"Well the sudden bit of transfiguration seemed like something you'd enjoy reading about," he pointed out lightly, amusedly. "Maybe even something you'd try on someone." No, David was NOT suggesting that she turn him into a cockroach. She'd already attempted partial animal-human transfiguration on him and he wasn't exactly keen to try it again.
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Did he really just do that? Did he really just use that tone with her. If looks could kill, David Truebridge, you would be in trouble right now. However, as it were, she was feeling a little more forgiving in the moment and still found herself enjoying his company...for whatever reason. It was surely a fluke of sorts. She followed his gaze towards the gears and allowed her own pale eyes to linger there a few moments before shifting them back to him and his profile. He was a curious creature, particularly the bend in his brow now as he scrutinized the display.
"The director of a small indie film I am starring in," she said with an air of disdain. She still could not believe that she had found herself so heavily involved in this scene. She was sure there would be a follow up to this so she attempted to beat him to that punch. "There is a scene to take place in my character's bedroom and he requested that I find items to best suit my aesthetic. As well as any other items that may feel fitting. The production team's master of props has been...disappointing, to say the least." She did not catch the manner in which he had observed her and that was perhaps for the best.
She did not need additional thoughts piling up on preexisting yearnings.
"Yes, well, when such transfigurations are a part of one's day to day existence and overall existence...there comes a certain disenchantment when it becomes a plot device. Much like how when one turn's a hobby or passion into a profession one looses their affection towards it. Turns it stale." Her eyes bore into his a bit, recalling quite fondly the smart set of antlers she had bestowed upon him. "You say that as though you believe I have not already done so. That is kind of you."
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David was deliberately not looking at her again until she spoke. A... film though? She did films? He was rather surprised by this, and it showed in his slightly parted mouth as he listened, and then realized he was gaping at her, and closed it.
"Oh?" Oh ho ho, a scene in her character's bedroom. Yes, do go on, please. Describe the aesthetic she was seeking. "Your aesthetic? So are you playing yourself, then?" He was amused now, incredibly amused by this unexpected reason behind her shopping. Of course she was the sort to find flaws in everyone else employed on the set, mhmm, no surprises there. But really, if this wasn't a biopic, then what was her character like? This was so much more interesting than debating... er, who were they discussing again?
Kafka, that's right. He stared right back at her, unflinching in his cool gaze. "That is a fair observation." Regarding the idea to turn one's hobby into a profession; such advice that had been given to him many times, and generally he had ignored it for this very reason. And also because he didn't really need to work, did he? Work was just another pasttime that meant he could, at last, rest on his own laurels instead of on an inheritance. It would be a fine use of his time, he supposed. He might as well give it a try like all the plebs in town.
His mouth twitched into a genuine smile at her last sentence. "What did the poor sap do to deserve it that time?" Please, tell him the full story.
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She'd spent pretty much every day in Diagon Alley since summer vacation started and they had officially moved into their new little town home, but it still felt like there was SO much she could explore and so many more people she could meet prior to the start of school. So far, she actually liked the London area. And she'd met quite a few intriguing people and was hopeful she'd have some friends by the time the term actually started so she wouldn't feel quite so alienated.
Because really. Who wanted to transfer for the beginning of their sixth year? She'd had so much time with all of her peers at Beauxbatons, and truly it was lovely there. All magical craziness and all.
Today, the store of choice was what appeared to be a magical thrift store. Which definitely sounded like a whole lot of fun to her. Entering into the store, she headed directly to the old jewelry section to see if she could find things she could upcycle for herself. Or even if it wasn't something she'd want to wear, some projects to take with her to school or to do on the train probably wasn't too terrible of an idea. She picked up a couple of pieces, examining them closer to determine if she had an idea for them or not.
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David was deliberately not looking at her again until she spoke. A... film though? She did films? He was rather surprised by this, and it showed in his slightly parted mouth as he listened, and then realized he was gaping at her, and closed it.
"Oh?" Oh ho ho, a scene in her character's bedroom. Yes, do go on, please. Describe the aesthetic she was seeking. "Your aesthetic? So are you playing yourself, then?" He was amused now, incredibly amused by this unexpected reason behind her shopping. Of course she was the sort to find flaws in everyone else employed on the set, mhmm, no surprises there. But really, if this wasn't a biopic, then what was her character like? This was so much more interesting than debating... er, who were they discussing again?
Kafka, that's right. He stared right back at her, unflinching in his cool gaze. "That is a fair observation." Regarding the idea to turn one's hobby into a profession; such advice that had been given to him many times, and generally he had ignored it for this very reason. And also because he didn't really need to work, did he? Work was just another pasttime that meant he could, at last, rest on his own laurels instead of on an inheritance. It would be a fine use of his time, he supposed. He might as well give it a try like all the plebs in town.
His mouth twitched into a genuine smile at her last sentence. "What did the poor sap do to deserve it that time?" Please, tell him the full story.
She apparently did films. Though there was a part of her that was hoping it never made it off the cutting room floor whenever it was they entered editing which was still months away according to the schedule. She caught the gaping though this time she felt little irritation because of it. She knew how shocking it came across and she was equally as baffled.
"In some ways," she replied with a shrug. "The director spotted me at a party and would not take no for an answer." And she had tried, truly, and the financial offer had not been something to turn her nose up at. Her and Jerry had been managing but her having one steady and legitimate job was certainly a bonus. "It is still very much a work of fiction. The first edits I demanded of the script were that my character's blood status as a Veela be rewritten." Absolutely not. "Apparently the main character being a no-maj has enriched the story."
Staring back at him, Valerie decided that David Truebridge had rather handsome eyes. Handsome enough for someone who had the uncanny knack of infuriating her with the mere blink of an eyelash. "He was disrupting my studying in the library during final exams. Much more quiet as a cockroach."
She gazed upon him once again, her curiosity tickled a bit more and finding herself to be feeling...moderately pleasant enough. "And what is it that you have to do after you have finished your business here in this shop?"
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She'd spent pretty much every day in Diagon Alley since summer vacation started and they had officially moved into their new little town home, but it still felt like there was SO much she could explore and so many more people she could meet prior to the start of school. So far, she actually liked the London area. And she'd met quite a few intriguing people and was hopeful she'd have some friends by the time the term actually started so she wouldn't feel quite so alienated.
Because really. Who wanted to transfer for the beginning of their sixth year? She'd had so much time with all of her peers at Beauxbatons, and truly it was lovely there. All magical craziness and all.
Today, the store of choice was what appeared to be a magical thrift store. Which definitely sounded like a whole lot of fun to her. Entering into the store, she headed directly to the old jewelry section to see if she could find things she could upcycle for herself. Or even if it wasn't something she'd want to wear, some projects to take with her to school or to do on the train probably wasn't too terrible of an idea. She picked up a couple of pieces, examining them closer to determine if she had an idea for them or not.
Everest was..scanning the alley for anyone he knew. Basically he was looking for Chloe. He hadn’t seen her all summer, and though she had mentioned going to the US.. surely she couldn’t be there all summer right?
He didn’t know why he was so uneasy when he thought of her lately, but he had gotten a sick feeling in his stomach the moment he had gotten home and it hadn’t left! Not even dancing had managed to take it away.
He was leaning against a bench when he saw Gilly and his blue eyes lit up a bit as he remembered their meeting earlier that summer. He smoothly moved upwards and did a little spin as he headed into the store after her.
“Fancy meeting you here. ” He said in his thick Scottish accent, that by rights he shouldn’t have, but he adored his mothers so much he had adopted it and now he was stuck with it.
Everest was..scanning the alley for anyone he knew. Basically he was looking for Chloe. He hadn’t seen her all summer, and though she had mentioned going to the US.. surely she couldn’t be there all summer right?
He didn’t know why he was so uneasy when he thought of her lately, but he had gotten a sick feeling in his stomach the moment he had gotten home and it hadn’t left! Not even dancing had managed to take it away.
He was leaning against a bench when he saw Gilly and his blue eyes lit up a bit as he remembered their meeting earlier that summer. He smoothly moved upwards and did a little spin as he headed into the store after her.
“Fancy meeting you here. ” He said in his thick Scottish accent, that by rights he shouldn’t have, but he adored his mothers so much he had adopted it and now he was stuck with it.
Besides, girls dug guys with accents!
So far, she actually did have an idea for each piece she picked up and examined. It would require taking each of them apart and creating brand new items but... thankfully she'd found three or four bracelets where the pieces looked like if they were all scrambled together they'd end up being quite lovely. And maybe if they ended up looking good, she might present them to her new dorm mates as a bit of a hello when she finally got to the school.
Because yes. She entirely was a kiss up and hoping to be liked.
She was just picking up a pair of earrings to look at when she could hear a welcome accent behind her and she turned with a smile on her face. "Everest!" She giggled softly, "Hmm, did you by chance notice me in the street and follow me into the store?"
A girl could wish.
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So far, she actually did have an idea for each piece she picked up and examined. It would require taking each of them apart and creating brand new items but... thankfully she'd found three or four bracelets where the pieces looked like if they were all scrambled together they'd end up being quite lovely. And maybe if they ended up looking good, she might present them to her new dorm mates as a bit of a hello when she finally got to the school.
Because yes. She entirely was a kiss up and hoping to be liked.
She was just picking up a pair of earrings to look at when she could hear a welcome accent behind her and she turned with a smile on her face. "Everest!" She giggled softly, "Hmm, did you by chance notice me in the street and follow me into the store?"
A girl could wish.
Ahh there was a smile. He leaned smoothly on a rack which thankfully held his weight as he looked at her. Otherwise that could have been embarrassing!
Ever gave her his natural half smile as she spoke. “Hello Gilly. How are you? ” he asked and then gave her a bit of a smirk as she spoke again..
He gave a pretend dramatic gasp and stood up straight and pretended to look around. “How.. did you know I did that? Were you following me.. following you? ” He teased her. “Or do you have your spies that gave you a signal so you could pretend to act surprised.. and yet.. the smile seems real..” He grinned as he poked her cheek.
“Hmmm.. yes it’s real. ” He put a finger on his cheek as if he was pretending to be stumped..
“Well, I guess you can just read minds then. That’s all there is for it. ” He said as he gave a little twirl and smoothly leaned on the rack again.
Ahh there was a smile. He leaned smoothly on a rack which thankfully held his weight as he looked at her. Otherwise that could have been embarrassing!
Ever gave her his natural half smile as she spoke. “Hello Gilly. How are you? ” he asked and then gave her a bit of a smirk as she spoke again..
He gave a pretend dramatic gasp and stood up straight and pretended to look around. “How.. did you know I did that? Were you following me.. following you? ” He teased her. “Or do you have your spies that gave you a signal so you could pretend to act surprised.. and yet.. the smile seems real..” He grinned as he poked her cheek.
“Hmmm.. yes it’s real. ” He put a finger on his cheek as if he was pretending to be stumped..
“Well, I guess you can just read minds then. That’s all there is for it. ” He said as he gave a little twirl and smoothly leaned on the rack again.
That smile AND the accent? It was just not fair. "I'm doing wonderful, Everest! And yourself? What brings you to Diagon Alley today? More dancing in the streets?" Or perhaps looking for his friends. Or maybe he was actually starting on his school shopping now -- something she was delaying on since it made school feel so much closer.
She set back down the pair of earrings she'd been looking at earlier, using her hand to stifle a giggle at his antics. His dramatic game was strong, which said good things for his future career choice. "Perhaps I had noticed you and came in here just to see if you'd follow? Sure fire way to test it, you know." She did not, but it was still fun to pretend. Also, that would be smart in the case she really ever did think someone was following her. "But for your information, I DO have eyes everywhere. It's a thing." She was like her own version of Lord Varys -- Mistress of Whisperers.
NO. She was NOT blushing again at the poke to her cheek. It wasn't real, he just... smudged some of her foundation and that's why she looked pink. That was IT. "Perhaps I knew but I was still just happy to see you?" MAYBE.
Mind reading? She definitely would be into that if she could do it. She'd had a conversation with some classmates regarding that exact thing some time ago. "Real question -- Mind reading. Exciting or Troublesome?"
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She apparently did films. Though there was a part of her that was hoping it never made it off the cutting room floor whenever it was they entered editing which was still months away according to the schedule. She caught the gaping though this time she felt little irritation because of it. She knew how shocking it came across and she was equally as baffled.
"In some ways," she replied with a shrug. "The director spotted me at a party and would not take no for an answer." And she had tried, truly, and the financial offer had not been something to turn her nose up at. Her and Jerry had been managing but her having one steady and legitimate job was certainly a bonus. "It is still very much a work of fiction. The first edits I demanded of the script were that my character's blood status as a Veela be rewritten." Absolutely not. "Apparently the main character being a no-maj has enriched the story."
Staring back at him, Valerie decided that David Truebridge had rather handsome eyes. Handsome enough for someone who had the uncanny knack of infuriating her with the mere blink of an eyelash. "He was disrupting my studying in the library during final exams. Much more quiet as a cockroach."
She gazed upon him once again, her curiosity tickled a bit more and finding herself to be feeling...moderately pleasant enough. "And what is it that you have to do after you have finished your business here in this shop?"
David was interested, and tempted to ask if he could come to the screening of it. On a scale of a mlid eye roll to hexing him into a new species, how annoyed would Valerie be if he did request that? Heh.
"What a classic love story," he remarked sardonically, not even attempting to hide his smirk now. In what world did Valerie not stand out across a room? She had certainly caught his curious eye, though for reasons that were likely different from some sleazy director. "Some people would consider it flattering to be cast as a Veela." Honestly, lucky her. The most common comparison he received was to a tree frog or common toad. Of course this went without saying. He also had no opinion on the no-maj plotline, offering the slightest of shrugs from his bony shoulders. Muggles were just... in existence. Nothing exciting about them, though they did offer entertainment from time to time.
Well. He stared back at her, nonplussed by this excuse. "He did deserve it then." One could not disturb others in the library without expecting consequences. Libraries were one of the holiest, happiest places for this Ravenclaw, and deserved the utmost respect.
Oh, him. "Nothing, to be frank," David glanced away from her and towards the colorful bits of glass that had caught his eye earlier. "I came in here hoping to find some inspiration for how I spend my next few hours." And had he found it? Hmm....
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WHY did her parents think she needed her brother to still watch her in the Alley? They survived being ghost she was sure no one was coming to kidnap them in Diagon Alley, come on, who would do that? Wasn't there some rule that Hogwart kids were not allowed to have danger in the summer, because of the school year? If not she thought maybe she would write to the minister to have it put in.
She was going to make the best of it no matter what though. She wanted to have fun even if her older brother was with her, so bouncing into the building she made her way towards the hats. "I'm going to buy the biggest ugliest hat here and wear it around." She didn't know why, it was just how she felt at the moment.
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