OH. Elmo almost wanted to tell the shopkeeper where the magazine stand was located when he saw her bent down, probably looking for his order. He was so glad that he did not speak nor breath, when he saw her emerged from below holding a copy of the Quidditch International magazine.

He heard the woman mention the price of the item. He reached for his wallet from his denim's backpocket. It was still there. No knuts? Instead, he gave her 7 sickles. He reached for his magazine and started perusing it while waiting for his change. While faking the reading, he moved his eyes towards the shopkeeper, head still bowed down.

Elmo Claus received his change now.

So, where did his courage went?

"Thank you," the Ministry man responded. And before he knew it, the shopkeeper was asking for anything else. She may have read his mind? Noooooo! But, that would be possible. Legilimency doesn't really need to be taught in school, it should be mastered perfectly. Anyone who keeps their mind into something might accomplish what they were longing for.

And now, time for the real thing, "Er....do you happen to have," he leaned a little closer to the woman and whispered, "...a miniature Viktor Krum." Because he heard about it from a colleague.

Carigan shook her head "No I'm good, thanks!" she said as she took her packaged broom then walked back to the door and left, towards the leaky Culdron.

Elmo Claus felt the shopkeeper edged away from his lean. It wasn't like he would kissed her. Does he really have that impression towards other people? A man who would always take advantage over girls? Merlin, they were witches. He knew too well, he was a macho man but he would always have respect towards women. He had quite a number of them in his family. With that, he instantly leaned backward.

And then, there was a raised eyebrow.

It was expected that the shopkeeper would be surprised about a man, a grown man, least she knew he was a Ministry Advisor, asking for a Viktor Krum.

Galleons? o.O That was unexpected.

"How much would it cost me?" he asked hiding the worry crossing his forehead.

Feli approached the counter, carrying in her hands a rule book, Snitch: the Magazine, Quidditch World, Quidditch International, and a snitch. Carefully coming to a halt, the girl set her items down on the counter and cleared her throat. "Hello again, ma'am," she said with a small smile.

different timelines, 'kay?
 

Feli bit her lip. "It won't happen again, thanks for the warning," she answered civilly, knowing she was probably in the wrong here anyway. "And yes, I'd like to buy these." She felt around in her pocket for her money, not really wanting to have to end this pleasant visit without anything to gain from it. "What did you say your name was?"

"I'll be holding unto your word then," Medusa replied, heading towards the other side of the counter. She pulled the items the girl had with her. A rule book, three Quidditch magazines and one snitch. "That'll be 3 galleons, 8 sickles and 20 knuts." She calculated it all mentally. As she waited for the payment, she wrapped up the articles. "Miss Medusa. You can call me Miss Medusa." Ever since she had taken over the shop, it was the first a random kid had asked for her name. Hmmm...

"That's a cool name. I'm Felicia, but most people just call me Feli," she replied. Pulling out her change, she placed three galleons on the table before adding eight sickles and twenty knuts, pleased to have the exact change. That was rare for her.

22 galleons?

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Kidding eh, Miss?

What happened to the world? A little girl's gift, all for his entire savings? However he wanted to exaggerate it, he promised Sarah, and if Sarah has one, Lily should get one too. They were twins, remember? And now that he's done with the calculations, he needed 44 galleons! What the heck of Merlin!

"Don't you give any discounts or promos?" Perhaps, being part of the Ministry could get him some kind of an incentive. That's possible, right? Or probably, for being a cute guy? "Miss Dischell, right?" He instantly blurted out upon seeing the name at the counter not really visible to non-observant people.

DING DING! the newspaper intern boy has come! *evil*
 

Dusting quaffles, bludgers, magazines....dusting everywhere!

Medusa patted her nose with a handkerchief as she tucked her wand away after she got rid of the itchy tiny particles in her shop. It was like this everyday. It was most definitely because of the countless pairs of feet that toddles to take a look inside, be they be buying or not. She hated it when they didn't buy anything...just carrying old white dust inside her beloved shop from the soles of their footwear. Hmmp!

....She heard the chime bells sound.

Cue eyebrow raising. It wasn't time for opening the shop yet. Who is this unlawful intruder who so readily entered without a chirp.

The shopkeeper turned around, chin lifted. She came face to face with a boy...who was saying he was from the Daily Prophet and yeah, she didn't turn a hair. "Haven't your mother taught you to knock first before trespassing through closed doors? Seems not. "Are you blind or were you just pretending to be that you did not saw the 'CLOSED' sign at the door? she asked, crossing her arms.

She was not having children without manners.

LOOOOOOOOL XD *pets him*
 

Just stepping his foot into the counter, suddenly a woman who looked not-so-friendly lifted her chin and spoke directly to him.

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Merlin, this woman is so SCARY and unfriendly! Huh. But.. hey? Did he mishear something from her?

This shop is still closed, REALLY? What time is it?

His blue eyes stared at the door. it said YES, WE ARE OPEN! in a big, bold and red letter. So, who's blind actually? Himself of this woman, huh? And the blonde guy HAS manners, okay? No need to mention about his mother even honestly she never taught that coz he never met his mother anymore since he was a little kid (and he refused to meet her). But he kept being calm enough. "Oh, I'm sorry mam." he spoke. "But actually I just saw that this shop is open." He said pointing to the door.

Gary tried to be calm enough to handle this scary woman even he was kinda annoyed. Huh. If not because of this intern duty, he wouldn't come here. Okay? Just say it if you didn't want to have a copy of Daily Prophet's latest issue.

He saw that the shop was open? Lifting an eyebrow, Medusa eyed the sign on the door and then her eyes widened as though they might pop out of their sockets. GLARES FOR YOU, BOY. "You." she said, looking pointedly at the blonde. "What did you do to my sign? She swore she placed the 'CLOSED' sign there before she got to dusting. "You charmed it." How dare he mess with the things inside her shop? She would not have this.

Medusa wouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior.

OOC: She placed the 'CLOSED' sign. Lol!

Hecate came to the counter in her cloak, her hood still casting a shadow over her face. "I want that bludger..." She demanded putting two galleons on the counter.

Sierra smirked at her mother and continued the walk away from the shelves and display area. She came to a stop at the counter beside her mother. There wasn't really much for her to say. She had to have a parental consent to purchase the bludger, so this was all for her mom to take care of.

She paused as a thought occurred to her. She'd never asked for one, but this was a special year. This was her last year, and the year that could make or break her chances on a pro team. "Mom?" she asked, speaking up before the cashier could ring them up. "Can I have a Twigger 101, too?" ... "...and...a Quidditch magazine?" She looked up at her mom with hopeful eyes.

The cloaked figure turned really slowly, like the grim reaper, and stopped at the "Is that it?" She said glaring through her hood. "You may have the magazine, not the Twigger..." She turned back to the shopkeeper and said "Add that to my order... what's the total?" She asked annoyed at how long the shopkeeper was taking.

Medusa looked up from the cash register and immediately, an eyebrow went upwards. A dark wizard, purchasing something in her store? She didn't have a problem with them, as long as they wouldn't cause any disturbance inside her territory.

Before she could even speak up though, a young girl came rushing towards the hooded figure. The shopkeeper lifted her chin and waited as the two conversed. The girl looked oddly familiar... Was the one covered with a cloak her mother? It would seem so.

"The bludger and a magazine, that would sum up to 2 galleons and 25 knuts." She quickly moved around to get the bludger from the stocks behind the counter, then she paused.. "Exactly which Quidditch magazine are you buying?" She asked, more directed at the young girl. There wasn't just one. There were five. Whichever, the total was still the same, granted, each was of the same price.

Sierra's heart fell just a bit. She had a broom at home, but she'd never been allowed to bring it. Another year on the school's brooms? ...and this was her last year at that. She nodded and turned away from the broom. She hated that there were second years at the school with their own broom, and here she was a seventh year--using a school broom!

She chose a magazine off the shelf--"Bludgers and Broomsticks," and placed it on the counter with the blunger. "Thanks, Mom," she said, looking at the things she was able to get today. Maybe she could get a new broom as a graduation present? She looked up at the cashier and waited for her to total the items.

"Bludgers and Broomsticks it is." She said and added a sickle to the two galleons already on the table. While she was looking for the sickle in her bag, her hair fell out from her hood, it was dark brown but there was a chunk of gray too. Quickly she tucked the hair back in, "You may keep the change." She added curtly. "Come along Sierra..." And the cloaked figure made her way out of the shop.

Up until the very last minute, Sierra kept waiting for her mother to change her mind and tell the cashier to throw the broom in, as well. Well, not throw, because it was a precious broom, but at least gently place it on the counter and agree to buy it.

...but no.

"Thank you, Mom," Sierra said, smiling at what she did get. She grabbed her new items, grinned at the cashier, and then followed her mom out the store. She'd really wanted to ask why she couldn't have that new broom, but respect--she had it.