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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.
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.
Why was he put on kid sister shaperoning duty? Why couldn't dad or mum watch her? Jackson much rather wanted to go look for and hang out with his friends from school, than be stuck watching after his annoying kid sister as she bounced from shop to shop. He supposed that he was there to protect her from evil and shady criminal people and accidents, but that didn't mean that he couldn't huff silently about it. Hiding a sigh and an eye roll from his sisters view since he did actually love Gemma, Jackson followed her bouncy stride into Cranvilles. He headed over to look at the comic section while Gemma looked at the hats on sale.
Jackson was looking at a muggle comic about donald duck when his sister's voice reached his ears. Looking over his right shoulder at Gemma he asked curously. "Why on earth do you want to do that? A ugly and possibly smelly old hat won't get you any new friends." But probably a lot of LOOKS and comments..
Strangely enough, the junk shop was one of Avalon's favorite places to visit in Diagon Alley. Minus the musty old closet smell, of course. Although she didn't find much use in the lopsided scales and holey cauldrons, the clothing section always proved to be unique. Not that she would dare wear any of the ghastly, stained garments out in public on their own. But she loved picking up interesting fabrics for her latest fashion designs. The fabrics at the typical fancy shops in London were just so overdone. Last summer, she had found an old pair of silver dress robes for only 3 galleons! Even though there was a huge hole in the armpit, Avalon was able to salvage the material and turn it into a beautiful, shimmering dress, which she gave to her sister for her birthday.
The soon-to-be fifth year weaved her way through the racks of clothing, pausing here and there to run the fabrics in between her fingers - the foolproof test of fabric quality, according to her mum. She stopped in her tracks at a lavender-colored trench coat. It had a massive butterbeer-colored stain all down the front and smelled like mothballs. Lovely. Although she couldn't help but imagine a repurposed version, with a brand new storm patch and fancy lapels....
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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?"
Everest grinned as Gilly played back with him, his smile was bright and he did another little twirl before leaning ever so casually back on the rack.
“Ohhh, well that is a good way to test it.. or perhaps I noticed you, noticing me, noticing you, and decided to call your bluff? ” He said with a soft chuckle as he looked at her and adjusted his bangs just a bit, to make himself look that much cooler. “Oh? Well I’ll keep an eye out then, wouldn’t want any rumors to get back to you. ” He said with a wink back towards her.
The blush was adorable and he couldn’t help but feel a bit enchanted by it.. so much so that he forgot what they were talking about.. “Ahhh., yes, well I mean who wouldn’t me happy to see me? ” His arrogant words were belied by the soft look in his eyes and the half smile he sent her way.
“Troublesome.. for real. I mean, can you imagine if you heard people’s private thoughts? That would be awful.. people don’t say things for reasons. ” He said with a nod.
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Why was he put on kid sister shaperoning duty? Why couldn't dad or mum watch her? Jackson much rather wanted to go look for and hang out with his friends from school, than be stuck watching after his annoying kid sister as she bounced from shop to shop. He supposed that he was there to protect her from evil and shady criminal people and accidents, but that didn't mean that he couldn't huff silently about it. Hiding a sigh and an eye roll from his sisters view since he did actually love Gemma, Jackson followed her bouncy stride into Cranvilles. He headed over to look at the comic section while Gemma looked at the hats on sale.
Jackson was looking at a muggle comic about donald duck when his sister's voice reached his ears. Looking over his right shoulder at Gemma he asked curously. "Why on earth do you want to do that? A ugly and possibly smelly old hat won't get you any new friends." But probably a lot of LOOKS and comments..
"Oh please Jackson, what do you know about friends." She rolled her eyes at her older brother. She had no real clue all his friends since he was older, a different house, and she was so wrapped up in her own world she didn't pay much attention, but it was her brother how cool could he really be? "I won't be getting it to make friends, it's a statement. I'm here, I can do what I want, and it could be a fun discussion starter." Laughing she continued to walk around the shop.
"We could get you an old smelly tie, then we could walk around together. Your tie could be like neon colors or something that would really pop." She could never see her brother agreeing to it, but it would be funny to see him wearing one. "Maybe we should buy dad one. He'd never say he doesn't like it in front of us, just thank us and stuff, but his face will show if he doesn't really like it." Dads did that, just took the dumb presents and said thank you, moms did as well really.
"O_M_G we should buy all of us weird and ugly things then take a big family picture. Mum would go nuts!" What a brilliant idea, she was now on a new mission.
"Oh please Jackson, what do you know about friends." She rolled her eyes at her older brother. She had no real clue all his friends since he was older, a different house, and she was so wrapped up in her own world she didn't pay much attention, but it was her brother how cool could he really be? "I won't be getting it to make friends, it's a statement. I'm here, I can do what I want, and it could be a fun discussion starter." Laughing she continued to walk around the shop.
"We could get you an old smelly tie, then we could walk around together. Your tie could be like neon colors or something that would really pop." She could never see her brother agreeing to it, but it would be funny to see him wearing one. "Maybe we should buy dad one. He'd never say he doesn't like it in front of us, just thank us and stuff, but his face will show if he doesn't really like it." Dads did that, just took the dumb presents and said thank you, moms did as well really.
"O_M_G we should buy all of us weird and ugly things then take a big family picture. Mum would go nuts!" What a brilliant idea, she was now on a new mission.
Gemma was infuriating. She always knew what to say to yank his chain so to speak. Before he could stop himself he slung back at her. "I have friends. I just don’t blabber about them all the time to mum and dad like you do." Perfect now she was going to want names. He technically didn’t really have friends; they were more acquaintances so far. And he had a small and secret crush on a girl in another year but Jackson was so not going to share that with his too nosy sister. Shaking his head he said "I doubt the hat will be a good conversation starter," It would probably make other students go circles around her to avoid the smell but Jackson wasn’t going to point that out. "Just don’t tell dad about the ‘I can do what I want’ part. He’ll panic and go into a speech to remind you that mum is a professor and you have to follow rules blablabla." It was what dad reverted to sometimes when mum wasn’t around.
Jackson shook his head vigorously at the smelly tie offer with a simple. "No! Just no! I want to look good on the first day of school." For all the pretty girls. A smelly tie was not going to be in his wardrobe. Sighing and pulling a hand through his hair he gave up. Gemma usually got her way anyway in the end. "Fine, if it’s just for a funny family picture then we can buy the smelly hat and tie and something for mum and dad, but there is no way on earth I’m wearing any of it to school." He had to draw a line.
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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....
Would it surprise him that she would gladly accept his self invite? She was growing...rather wearing of a certain flatmate and his antics. A date with another person may be the kick in the pants required to get him to shape up a little. Not that she would entirely be using David Truebridge as a pawn to her games. She did enjoy his company, shockingly.
"Some. But not I," she replied quickly, the disdain slick on her tongue like liquid silver. She had no yearning to be compared to some other creature. Some magical being that was not exquisite without its magical influence. Nor did she particularly wish to be called exquisite (only she had a deep hankering for it). "I broke fingers and wrists at Ilvermorny whenever some pseudo suitor saw fit to attempt to woo me with the sentiment. A nose once. Maybe twice." She was a little less hostile these days. Not by much but she was less quick to throw a hex or a fist towards anyone. "It is not a recommended tactic." Her eyes met his, unblinking and solemn.
She once again found herself surprised by his words. Most chastised her for performing such magic for such a 'minor offense' and it was dangerously enabling to find someone of a like mind. "I am pleased that you see things my way," she smiled. Even if said smile came dangerously close to being more of a smirk.
Tucking a few stands of her pale hair behind her ear, she averted her gaze as she addressed him next. "Would you perhaps like to accompany me for lunch?" Her grey-violet gaze returned to his admittedly handsome features. A little more so than they had been about five minutes ago. "I hear the special at the Leaky Cauldron is quite tantalizing this week."
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The inside of the junk shop looked even junkier than usual. It was as if someone had vehemently been searching for something. Maybe they found it? Maybe they didn’t. But they did leave behind a message that was sprayed over the windows to the shop.
The inside of the junk shop looked even junkier than usual. It was as if someone had vehemently been searching for something. Maybe they found it? Maybe they didn’t. But they did leave behind a message that was sprayed over the windows to the shop.
Eden, tugging along her seven-year-old mini-me with a head full of Toros curls, was running errands. Starr had wanted to stay home, and with him attending Hogwarts very soon, she was glad she still had one baby who wanted to tag along with all her adventures.
Arden was her difficult child, though. And the mini!Eden was not in a great mood as the errands had taken HOURS longer than she had expected at this point now. It didn't stop Eden, though, and with her orange snake curled around her neck like a scarf, she wasn't spoken to too much by the general public. That erratic fear of reptiles most people carried was ever apparent today.
Eden Toros did not mind.
The graffiti caught her eye almost immediately. She and Starr did wander into the junk shop sometimes to find bits and bops that they enjoyed, so as she approached and saw the windows, she stopped and.....glanced down at her daughter. "What the...heck?" she murmured before peeking into the window. "Honey..." she glanced down. She REALLY wanted to go inside, but every motherly instinct inside of her told her NOT to bring her child in with her. Since when was she mother of the year, though. "Stay out here. Mammy needs to make sure there's nothing inside the shop, all right? You know when you get icky feelings in there?" she touched Arden's chest. "When something doesn't feel right?" She smiled when Arden nodded. "Exactly. I'll be back."
Arden would be fine.
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Adren would be fine, but the motherly witch might not be. The door opening knocked something over. It seemed to trigger some sort of avalanche. Only it built from the back of the store and slowly rolled forward as if it was a wave making it's way to shore. Sure hope you have quick reflexes.
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Kinsay James was on her way to Sugarplum's when she found herself stopping in front of this shop instead. And to be clear, she was not impressed as she stood in front of the store called "Cranville Quincey's Magical Junk Shop". Who named this place? It was bad advertising.
The cardboard box did catch her interest though. Free was one of Kinsay's favorite words (behind better ones like onomatopoeia, clandestine, and hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia). The SOON-TO-BE second year paused for a moment as if deciding whether the sour gummies could wait before deciding to sit down on the side of the street. Pulling the cardboard box to situate it on her lap, she began diligently rummaging through the inventory.
Most of this stuff really is junk. Figures.
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Adren would be fine, but the motherly witch might not be. The door opening knocked something over. It seemed to trigger some sort of avalanche. Only it built from the back of the store and slowly rolled forward as if it was a wave making it's way to shore. Sure hope you have quick reflexes.
Eden, her wand still raised, was surprisingly slower than usual mostly because she was nervous about what she would find inside the shop. She did NOT like the look of that symbol...she had seen it before, floating around casually here and there, for years, it seemed. Had it actually been that long?
The cascade of junk rolling down on her from the back of the store was too quick. Eden managed to get herself STUCK underneath all of the STUFFFFFF, her wand still clutched tightly in her hand. Would it be safe to blast her way out of it?! Or would that make things worse? She absolutely did NOT want Arden coming in here, so it was time to think QUICKLY. She wasn't hurt that she could tell, but she was STUCK UNDERNEATH PILES OF JUNK. And if she blasted her way out, she might GET hurt.
Uh.
"IS ANYONE ELSE IN HERE? ARE YOU OKAY?" she shouted.
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Kinsay James was on her way to Sugarplum's when she found herself stopping in front of this shop instead. And to be clear, she was not impressed as she stood in front of the store called "Cranville Quincey's Magical Junk Shop". Who named this place? It was bad advertising.
The cardboard box did catch her interest though. Free was one of Kinsay's favorite words (behind better ones like onomatopoeia, clandestine, and hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia). The SOON-TO-BE second year paused for a moment as if deciding whether the sour gummies could wait before deciding to sit down on the side of the street. Pulling the cardboard box to situate it on her lap, she began diligently rummaging through the inventory.
Most of this stuff really is junk. Figures.
Arden was bored three seconds after Eden disappeared inside the shop. Her bouncy, curly hair began to come out of its bun as she skipped, not at all worried about the situation since her mother was the SMARTEST GROWNUP SHE KNEW.
Oh LOOK! ANOTHER PERSON. "HIIII!~" Arden waved happily. The VERY HAPPY seven-year-old came to a halt in front of the girl. "Hi. Are you stealing stuff?" she asked curiously. "If so, you're not being secret enough." She gestured at the free stuff the girl was looking in.
It was then that Arden heard the ruuuuuuumbbbbbble from inside the shop, and she hopped up from her crouching position. "Nooo no no! My mammy's in there - !" But she said for Arden not to go in! And she knew not to follow when bad MAGIC things were involved.... her big, blue eyes looked at the new girl with concern....
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Blasting her way out sounded like a wonderful idea! Besides making a big(ger) mess it would likely clear the way for you to exit the store. Or perhaps, to look deeper into the store. But the mess as it was and the mess as it might be sure would make it hard to find out if anything was missing.
Blasting her way out sounded like a wonderful idea! Besides making a big(ger) mess it would likely clear the way for you to exit the store. Or perhaps, to look deeper into the store. But the mess as it was and the mess as it might be sure would make it hard to find out if anything was missing.
Eden wriggled with aaaallll of her might, gripping her wand and making a snap decision. "VENTUS!" she cried, the blast of air enough to let her hop up. The former Ravenclaw was worried about any shopkeeper who might be in here. "HELLO!" she stepped over a broken chair, hopped over what looked like an antique lamp, doing her best not to cause more damager to anything.
"Is ANYONE in here?!" She was drawing ever closer to the counter where normally, customers would have to check out. "Homenum Revelio!" Just in case?????
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Arden was bored three seconds after Eden disappeared inside the shop. Her bouncy, curly hair began to come out of its bun as she skipped, not at all worried about the situation since her mother was the SMARTEST GROWNUP SHE KNEW.
Oh LOOK! ANOTHER PERSON. "HIIII!~" Arden waved happily. The VERY HAPPY seven-year-old came to a halt in front of the girl. "Hi. Are you stealing stuff?" she asked curiously. "If so, you're not being secret enough." She gestured at the free stuff the girl was looking in.
It was then that Arden heard the ruuuuuuumbbbbbble from inside the shop, and she hopped up from her crouching position. "Nooo no no! My mammy's in there - !" But she said for Arden not to go in! And she knew not to follow when bad MAGIC things were involved.... her big, blue eyes looked at the new girl with concern....
Kizzy looked up to give the little girl a l o o k. She was far too old to be hanging out with babies, so she didn't return the happy wave. "No. The box says free." The accusation made her frown as she looked right back down to the box of useless things. She didn't really need any of this stuff anyway. She was hoping for treasure. "And I'm good at being secret." By! The! Way!
She would have walked away right that moment, but that's when she heard the rumbling and Kinsay's attention turned to the door. Another Deathly Hallows symbol? What was going on with this place and why was everyone being so hateful! Cooper had told her all about this Greater Good stuff. It was hate speech.
Kinsay looked back over to the little girl... And then looked back to the store. If her mum was reaaaaally in there, she'd be fine. But Kizzy was also very curious to know what was going on in there, so she set the box back down and got up onto her feet. "Let's go in." She didn't wait for an answer before pulling at the door.
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Adam was SO busy shopping. Obviously. SO busy.
Ok, he was just trying to LOOK busy. In actuality he hadn't done any shopping for school supplies, just stuff for himself. A new comic book. A new green jumper that reminded him of a green frog. You know, important stuff.
But then he spotted Kinsay heading into a shop, and an opportunity for MORE distraction presented himself! She was funny, he liked talking to her and mostly annoying her in conversation. He wasn't sure who that was that she was with, but he followed them into the store anyways.
As he entered the threshold of the store behind them, he heard someone calling out for help and raised an eyebrow. "Uh....hi?" he called out to the voice, also unwittingly announcing his presence to Kinsay and her companion at the same time.
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"Is ANYONE in here?!" She was drawing ever closer to the counter where normally, customers would have to check out. "Homenum Revelio!" Just in case?????
Homenum Revelio revealed -
well, nothing. Just a big old mess that was going to be hard to clean up. The poor shopkeep was going to a hard time doing inventory.
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As he entered the threshold of the store behind them, he heard someone calling out for help and raised an eyebrow. "Uh....hi?" he called out to the voice, also unwittingly announcing his presence to Kinsay and her companion at the same time.
The young man's call, like the motherly witch's entrance, triggered another tumble of stuff, but at this point, beyond making more noise, it wasn't really notable.
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The curse breaking experience always had something new to offer. Unless it's something huge and intricate that needed time to excavate and to break curses, Vivian didn't always seem to be staying in one city. Or country. Or continent. Or whatever. It's something she liked about what she did, that she constantly had to step out of her comfort zone. New language, new people, new surroundings, new culture. There was comfort in the unfamiliar, even if that seemed like a contradiction.
That didn't mean she didn't find comfort in familiarity, and no other feeling beats spending time with the people she loved—one of them being the man right beside her. Vivian reached out to entwine her fingers together with Andrei's as she looked around this side of the alley, nothing really looking for something or someone in particular. She scanned the place for more familiarities. After all, she'd been based in Madrid for many years. Things were bound to change, especially in major places like Diagon Alley.
A junk shop in Diagon Alley was something, and she wasn't sure she'd seen it before. Her age was showing. Yikes. "How many of those broken trinkets can you charm in one go?" Vivian asked, squeezing Andrei's hand a bit and nodding towards the junk shop. And was that a broken wand? Was that...allowed, even?
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The curse breaking experience always had something new to offer. Unless it's something huge and intricate that needed time to excavate and to break curses, Vivian didn't always seem to be staying in one city. Or country. Or continent. Or whatever. It's something she liked about what she did, that she constantly had to step out of her comfort zone. New language, new people, new surroundings, new culture. There was comfort in the unfamiliar, even if that seemed like a contradiction.
That didn't mean she didn't find comfort in familiarity, and no other feeling beats spending time with the people she loved—one of them being the man right beside her. Vivian reached out to entwine her fingers together with Andrei's as she looked around this side of the alley, nothing really looking for something or someone in particular. She scanned the place for more familiarities. After all, she'd been based in Madrid for many years. Things were bound to change, especially in major places like Diagon Alley.
A junk shop in Diagon Alley was something, and she wasn't sure she'd seen it before. Her age was showing. Yikes. "How many of those broken trinkets can you charm in one go?" Vivian asked, squeezing Andrei's hand a bit and nodding towards the junk shop. And was that a broken wand? Was that...allowed, even?
Andrei had lived in the United Kingdom during the summer months for a couple of years while he still attended Durmstrang. All had been thanks to his mătuşă and uncle in removing him from an unstable and unhealthy home environment. The Azkaban break out a few years back had turned Andrei's blood cold out of fear that the same may occur in Nurmengard, but for now that wizarding prison remained secure and his father still locked away within. Though the Azkaban incident left him unsettled still, even with his uncle's assurances that all was well here in the United Kingdom. It certainly did not...always seem this way.
Except for right now, Vivian's hand entwined with his own. A comfort and a calmness that made all the wrongs of the world go right. Especially when he looked at the ring, hand crafted and charmed himself, upon her finger.
"I do not think the shopkeeper would appreciate my wrecking havoc upon their shop," he chuckled. gruff and still with his thick Romanian accent, while giving her hand a squeeze as he held the door open for her. The answer to her question was, quite literally, all of them. "Perhaps I can find pieces of metal here to make you a locket."
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Andrei had lived in the United Kingdom during the summer months for a couple of years while he still attended Durmstrang. All had been thanks to his mătuşă and uncle in removing him from an unstable and unhealthy home environment. The Azkaban break out a few years back had turned Andrei's blood cold out of fear that the same may occur in Nurmengard, but for now that wizarding prison remained secure and his father still locked away within. Though the Azkaban incident left him unsettled still, even with his uncle's assurances that all was well here in the United Kingdom. It certainly did not...always seem this way.
Except for right now, Vivian's hand entwined with his own. A comfort and a calmness that made all the wrongs of the world go right. Especially when he looked at the ring, hand crafted and charmed himself, upon her finger.
"I do not think the shopkeeper would appreciate my wrecking havoc upon their shop," he chuckled. gruff and still with his thick Romanian accent, while giving her hand a squeeze as he held the door open for her. The answer to her question was, quite literally, all of them. "Perhaps I can find pieces of metal here to make you a locket."
When Andrei chuckled, so did Vivian. Any indication of happiness from him always brought a smile onto Vivian's face, subtle or not. But Vivian Fairfield was the least subtle when it came to expressing her own emotions. She didn't shy away from it before, and she certainly wasn't about to shy away now. Her life was pretty much better now than how it was years ago, ring-related things included.
"Well..." Vivian began, thinking about what Andrei said there and entering the shop. She then lowered her voice a bit, just in case people were eavesdropping. "I doubt the shopkeeper gets a lot of visitors everyday. Maybe he could use a little metal charming here and there, maximum customer attraction." She looked up at Andrei with wide eyes, and a little elbow bump too, because she did in fact like to play a bit of the devil's advocate. Kidding aside though, no, the shopkeeper probably wouldn't like it.
Him thinking about what to make for her always still made her heart flutter like she were a teen. Except she's now 25, but the feeling still remained. "You know you don't have to," she replied softly, still very much smiling. "But, thinking about it, it would be a nice way to give the metal new life." A lot of the things here were, after all, almost seemed damaged beyond repair. It doesn't mean it would have to exist forever without a purpose.
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That was good, especially considering that since he got his act together and made their relationship official (thanks in part to another very special blonde in his life) he had been smiling much more and the general aura of happiness something that remained close. It was refreshing to feel confident in his own skin for once and hopeful for the future, not afraid of the demons he harbored and able to control them when necessary.
"You are trying to enable me, Vivian," he chuckled with a dimpled smile as he took her hand to give her a spin right there in the shop. Pulls her close after, his hand resting on the small of her back while the other reached for his wand and did in fact enchant a few gears into motion. But only a few. Enough that he created a sort of deconstructed sort of music box in the air around them that played a gentle tune. "Will this suffice?" For that customer attraction.
Her next words had his lips curling while his wand returned to its holder, the only response he had being that he would always do, create, something to bring a smile to her face. Especially now in these times...though he was doing his best not to let the state of his workplace influence too much how he was at home. So, in this moment, he simply leaned in and stole a quick kiss before pulling away to give her another spin while the music gently played on. "Pick a few trinkets and I will see what I can create?"
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Truthfully, how had she ended up here? She wasn’t exactly sure but it wasn’t exactly an unwanted distraction for the everyday stress fest that was her life at the moment. It was draining and exhausting and oh so tiresome. Such was the life of a ministry worker in the current climate though.
Looking around, the curly haired blonde couldn’t help but sigh a little and drop the piece of junk she’d been pretending to eye, seeing but not really absorbing. Although in all fairness, she had only been looking at the free stuff in the box that lay outside of the shop. Deciding to finally go in, she ventured through the door and straight to the shelves of books that lay, somewhat dusty but still interesting. Maybe a good book would help her drift off at night when she was all alone with nothing but her thoughts and the barking of her neighbours’ dog.
Now, just to sift through the drab and the not so appealing damaged magazines and newspapers.
Truthfully, how had she ended up here? She wasn’t exactly sure but it wasn’t exactly an unwanted distraction for the everyday stress fest that was her life at the moment. It was draining and exhausting and oh so tiresome. Such was the life of a ministry worker in the current climate though.
Looking around, the curly haired blonde couldn’t help but sigh a little and drop the piece of junk she’d been pretending to eye, seeing but not really absorbing. Although in all fairness, she had only been looking at the free stuff in the box that lay outside of the shop. Deciding to finally go in, she ventured through the door and straight to the shelves of books that lay, somewhat dusty but still interesting. Maybe a good book would help her drift off at night when she was all alone with nothing but her thoughts and the barking of her neighbours’ dog.
Now, just to sift through the drab and the not so appealing damaged magazines and newspapers.
Luther was here on a mission, sort of. It was not required by his work but he often found himself here finding discarded valuable items that helped him with what he did. He was not allowed, of course, to divulge what he worked with/on but it was surprisingly useful the last couple of times when he came here. You could say he was a regular here.
He was standing by one of the shelves when a woman walked by him. She was obviously involved in her own thoughts, not lifting her eyes even to glance at him. Not saying he was at all eye-catching, but he was RIGHT THERE ya know? His ego stirred a little. To make things a little weirder, she stood by the read-able materials which, in his opinion, was the least interesting section of the shop. Luther took a step closer, a small smile on his mouth, "I recommend the miscellaneous section," he gently spoke, a cracked crystal ball turning in one of his hands.
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Luther was here on a mission, sort of. It was not required by his work but he often found himself here finding discarded valuable items that helped him with what he did. He was not allowed, of course, to divulge what he worked with/on but it was surprisingly useful the last couple of times when he came here. You could say he was a regular here.
He was standing by one of the shelves when a woman walked by him. She was obviously involved in her own thoughts, not lifting her eyes even to glance at him. Not saying he was at all eye-catching, but he was RIGHT THERE ya know? His ego stirred a little. To make things a little weirder, she stood by the read-able materials which, in his opinion, was the least interesting section of the shop. Luther took a step closer, a small smile on his mouth, "I recommend the miscellaneous section," he gently spoke, a cracked crystal ball turning in one of his hands.
Some people may not understand the draw of a good second-hand book but Delyth somehow found something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it was just the way that a tattered, old, worn thing could still bring so much joy to people. Lost in thought, she didn’t initially notice someone else enter the shop so needless to say, she dropped the book she was holding and jumped back in fright. “oh…”
Turning, her eyes wide for a moment, she looked at the man in shock. [B]“Sorry, I didn’t hear you there. Uh…the what? Miscellaneous?” she replied as she bent over to pick up the book. Frazzled, she cast a glance at the man again, her eyes roaming from his face down to his shoes and then back up at the cracked crystal ball in his hands. “But everything is broken, possibly beyond repair”, a polite smile on her face as her attention briefly turned from the stranger to some of the objects that lay broken, haphazardly around the room. “these books though…some of them are okay. You know, if you’re willing to miss a page or two”. Sure it was annoying but the books still had their value. The curly haired blonde just wasn’t sure if the rest of the stuff in the shop did.
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Jackson had come to Diagon Alley firmly for the sake of business!
....... Or was it for pleasure?
No, business.
Unleeeeeeeeeeess it was for pleasure?
No, no. It was definitely for... something. He was here for something. Whatever the reason was, there was one. (A reason). There had firmly been a reason. That he knew for sure. It wasn't everyday that he managed to stop by Diagon Alley. Though, uh, actually? Now that he was here? He wasn't sure why he didn't venture over more often. There was so much to do and already he had several ideas for possible dates to take Jorgie on. Maybe they'd go shrunken head bowling so that they could both take their minds off of-
.......... Wait. Was that it? Had he come here to buy bowls? Did the Bole residence even NEED more bowls?
Jack mussed his hair as he gave all of this a big think. He like to walk while he thought, which was pretty convenient as he had already managed to venture inside several stores: the latest being this one. Sometimes doing this helped him remember the thought that he had previously forgotten. Unfortunately, however, he was so consumed by these forgotten and unforgotten thoughts, that he nearly ran right into the nearest display of sneakoscopes. Uh. Whooooooops. That would've been bad. Ha. Ha. Ha........ ha. No one saw that right?
He did a quick sweep of his surroundings just in case, before uh, rapping his knuckles against the table that they were sat on. Nothing weird happening here. He was just.... inspecting the sneakoscopes. That's........... all. Weird things, they wouldn't turn off.
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Honora Svensson liked to come to this Junk Shop for the used books. Sure, it was frustrating to get to the twist in a plot and have to draw conclusions about what had happened on the missing page, but it kept her sharp. Plus, once she finished, the books went straight onto the shelf in the sitting room of the family Bed and Breakfast.
Usually there weren't many people in the junk shop, but today as she walked in there was someone over looking at the sneakoscopes. That was weird. Why would anybody want a sneakoscope that wouldn't turn off? She gave the fellow some side-eye while she made her way past, until she realized...wait, she recognized this person. He'd been in her year at Hogwarts! She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she continued toward the books, trying to remember what his name was. Joseph? Or Jake? He wasn't a Slytherin, for sure, but he seemed really familiar.
Honora had almost made it to the books without incident when she tripped over a bird cage that was definitely protruding into the walkway, somehow knocking over several additional precariously stacked cages with a clatter.
Merlin, that was embarrassing. She brushed some blond hair out of her face and started attempting to re-stack the cages, now studiously ignoring her fellow Hogwarts graduate in an attempt to maintain dignity.
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