Quality Quidditch Supplies

[sweetpinkpixie]

On the quiet North End of the Street lies a vibrant storefront polished to its finest where you enter a world of brooms, bludgers, snitches and much more. Displayed at the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies is the latest released broom. As you enter the shop, the shelves and displays are the first thing you notice, neatly stacked with other brooms, team posters and robes galore.

Between the side walls there are shelves filled with various Quidditch supplies and goods. Following the displays of brooms and the like, towards the back you see another section of displays, not of brooms, but the side walls of the shop are neatly stacked with broom accessories, sports equipments and matching merchandise for support. Feel free to stroll along and find what you need to aid you in your game play. Lastly, the back wall displays books and other reading materials, all to do with Quidditch and Broomology of course.

Towards the back you see another section of displays with little knick-knacks and toys perfect for all ages. Only our most privileged customers are permitted to enter the back room of the shop. Here we hold unique items and remaining stock of items that cannot fit on the displays or are in need of refurbishing. At the very back is a door to a room where the shopkeeper does his admin work. Once you've found and decided on the goods you wish to purchase, you may bring them along your way towards the counter found towards the back of the shop. The shopkeeper may seem busy, but that won't stop him from assisting anyone.

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Books
Rule Book by ICW Quidditch Committee - 10 Sickles
Official Guide to the Quidditch World Cup by ICW Quidditch Committee - 10 Sickles
Quidditch Through the Ages by Kennilworthy Whisp - 12 Sickles
A Snitch in Time by Penelope Lovely - 11 Sickles
The Catching Flyer by Huzaifa Clark - 11 Sickles
How to Succeed at Coaching without Really Trying by Colin MacKenzie - 10 Sickles
Behind Closed Doors: Managing the Magpies by Colin MacKenzie - 11 Sickles
30 Ways to Fly by Kierran Terry - 12 Sickles, 5 Knuts
Broomology for Beginners by Camilo Aguilar - 12 Sickles

Magazines
All magazines priced at 5 Knuts
Quidditch Times
Seeker Weekly
Which Broomstick?
Wizarding Sports Programming Magazine
Wizarding Highlights In Media

Starter Brooms
Toy Broomstick - 5 Galleons
Training Broom - 10 Galleons
Shooting Star 4001 - 12 Galleons
Blasting Star II - 15 Galleons

Racing Brooms
Tinderblast 5007 - 15 Galleons, 15 Sickles
Comet 1080 - 18 Galleons, 11 Sickles
Cleansweep 100 - 25 Galleons
Oakshaft 2010 - 38 Galleons
Jollyrocket 2200 - 40 Galleons
Twigger 100 - 58 Galleons, 12 Sickles
Nimbus 4000 - 119 Galleons, 9 Sickles *
Firebolt Supreme V - 142 Galleons, 16 Sickles **
Moontrimmer Dlite - 166 Galleons, 6 Sickles **

Family-Sized Brooms **
Bluebottle 3C - 155 Galleons
Fambus Station Wagon 2XL - 160 Galleons
Turbo-T Pilot - 180 Galleons

Broom Accessories
Brass Clip-On Compass - 11 Sickles, 14 Knuts
Tail-Twig Clippers - 13 Sickles
Fleetwood's High-Finish Handle Polish - 15 Sickles
Broomstick Servicing Kit - 2 Galleons

Sports Balls
Enchanted Bounce Ball - 10 Sickles
Quaffle - 1 Galleon
Snitch - 2 Galleons, 5 Sickles, 2 Knuts
Bludger - 3 Galleons *
Full Quidditch Balls Crate - 9 Galleons, 10 Sickles *
Quod & Quodpot Solution - 6 Galleons *

Sports Supplies
Quidditch Gloves - 10 Sickles
Quidditch Goggles - 1 Galleon
Quidditch Helmet - 2 Galleons, 16 Sickles
Pads (Arm, Knee, Shin) - 3 Galleons, 3 Sickles
Beater's Bat - 2 Galleons
Whistle - 22 Knuts
Magical Megaphone - 4 Galleons *

Uniforms
Mini Quidditch Robes - 16 Sickles
Practice Quidditch Robes - 1 Galleon, 12 Sickles
Hogwarts Quidditch Robes - 3 Galleons

Fan Memorabilia
Team Badge - 3 Sickles, 20 Knuts
Team Banner - 5 Sickles
Team Poster
__Non-Moving - 5 Sickles
__Moving - 15 Sickles
Team Flag - 16 Sickles, 1 Knut
Team Jersey - 4 Galleons, 6 Sickles
Famous Player Figurine - 1 Galleon
Snitch Snatcher! - 2 Galleons, 1 Sickle (NEW!!)

Back Room **
Prices on request.
Silver Arrow (Original)
Shooting Star VI (1978)
Nimbus 2000 (1991)
Puddlemere United Keeper Oliver Wood's Quidditch Diagrams (1999)
Wimbourne Wasps Beater Ludo Bagman's Quidditch Robes (1980)
Bulgarian National Team Viktor Krum Miniature Figurine (3 in Stock)

* - denotes that underaged must have parental consent to purchase
** - denotes that one must be of age to purchase

This shop is owned by an NPC and is a part of the IC Shopkeeper initiative. For details, please see this thread.

[sweetpinkpixie]

She really wanted to make today special. Sam had been struggling readjusting to life on land and, clearly, his time in Atlantis had left scars on his soul that would take a very long time to mend...which was why she was concerned by his suggestion they stop by Quidditch Quality Supplies on their casual date. Every single moment with Sam felt like a date though, her heart always skipping a few beats and humming its own tune, so that was not to say that this was an actual date date.

Her arm looped around his, keeping close as had been even more their norm since his return, her pace slowed as they approached the shop and looked at the display through the window. It was somewhat comical to think back now on how she had once held such high aspirations as becoming a professional quidditch player, a keeper just like her dad. Not only was she entirely too small, much more a seeker's build, but she was also terribly uncoordinated. Her flying was fair though, she could have perhaps made it if she had applied herself more and not grown her interests in herbology and fashion.

"You okay?" she asked softly, kissing her boyfriend's shoulder and then looking up at him with her big hazel-green doe eyes.

[Cassirin]

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

She really wanted to make today special. Sam had been struggling readjusting to life on land and, clearly, his time in Atlantis had left scars on his soul that would take a very long time to mend...which was why she was concerned by his suggestion they stop by Quidditch Quality Supplies on their casual date. Every single moment with Sam felt like a date though, her heart always skipping a few beats and humming its own tune, so that was not to say that this was an actual date date.

Her arm looped around his, keeping close as had been even more their norm since his return, her pace slowed as they approached the shop and looked at the display through the window. It was somewhat comical to think back now on how she had once held such high aspirations as becoming a professional quidditch player, a keeper just like her dad. Not only was she entirely too small, much more a seeker's build, but she was also terribly uncoordinated. Her flying was fair though, she could have perhaps made it if she had applied herself more and not grown her interests in herbology and fashion.

"You okay?" she asked softly, kissing her boyfriend's shoulder and then looking up at him with her big hazel-green doe eyes.

"I feel like okay is one of those relative things, honestly," Sam tucked Becky closer and turned his attention to the brooms. He didn't need a broom. He didn't need a broom repair kit or wax or a new bat or anything that made a visit to the shop make sense. But it was sort of like facing a fear of heights by climbing a ladder - if he stood here in the middle of all the symbols of the thing he loved the most in the world and didn't bolt or start sweating or... Merlin, burst into tears, then he was probably a positive step forward.

Sam rested his cheek on the top of Becky's head, mostly to avoid looking at those big eyes of hers. The Moontrimmer was a gorgeous broom, honestly too elite and expensive to use for Quidditch, and he was going to memorize every splinter of the one on display. "For lack of a better word for it, though, let's say I'm okay."

Oh, right, he probably loved one thing in the world more than Quidditch, and she was hanging off his arm at the moment.

[sweetpinkpixie]

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"I feel like okay is one of those relative things, honestly," Sam tucked Becky closer and turned his attention to the brooms. He didn't need a broom. He didn't need a broom repair kit or wax or a new bat or anything that made a visit to the shop make sense. But it was sort of like facing a fear of heights by climbing a ladder - if he stood here in the middle of all the symbols of the thing he loved the most in the world and didn't bolt or start sweating or... Merlin, burst into tears, then he was probably a positive step forward.

Sam rested his cheek on the top of Becky's head, mostly to avoid looking at those big eyes of hers. The Moontrimmer was a gorgeous broom, honestly too elite and expensive to use for Quidditch, and he was going to memorize every splinter of the one on display. "For lack of a better word for it, though, let's say I'm okay."

Oh, right, he probably loved one thing in the world more than Quidditch, and she was hanging off his arm at the moment.

She didn't want to be tiptoeing on eggshells around him, mostly because she was not very good at tiptoeing and being subtle, but she also really did not want to do or say something that would cause him more strife. He had been through quite the ordeal and within the same decade that they all had survived a wizarding war. "That's fair," she smiled, her arms wrapping around his middle as he pulled her closer and rather enjoying his cheek on top of her head. It really was quite convenient for him that she was so petite, no?

"You ready to go inside?" Seeing him like a bird with its wings clipped was heart wrenching and he was SUCH a gifted flyer! She really did hope that he would try and get back into quidditch again...and just maybe being around all the supplies and memorabilia would help. Maybe they would even find a Samuel Gusey bobble head or jersey or sweatshirt inside - at least one of those she would be leaving with if so.

[Cassirin]

Going inside seemed a LITTLE overwhelming, but it helped to have the distraction of a Becky attached to his arm. Sam squished her lightly, moving them both toward the door. "Ready as I'll ever be. Just... if I leave, it's because my dust allergies are acting up, okay? You don't have to come with me. Just have a good time and I'll come back when I get the allergies back under control."

Totally believable. 100% genuine. Sam grabbed the door for Becky, and he was immediately caught by that new-leather-and-broom-wax smell of Quidditch. His allergies were going to kick in very soon.

[sweetpinkpixie]

It wasn't that she was not aware of Sam's tactics to avoid facing his emotions...but in the moment she, well, she was basically doing that. Earnestly clinging to everything she said, Becky gave her boyfriend's arm a tender little squeeze and then looked up at him with her big hazel green eyes. "Should we have a cleaning adventure at your place to make sure that your allergies are not aggravated further?" It was almost embarrassing how sincerely and innocently she asked - she just wanted her boyfriend happy and feeling more like himself, it came in waves these days.

Please forgive the turn of phrase.

Following him inside, Becky tried not to stare at him and make him feel uncomfortable or scrutinized ... but she couldn't help but glance at him just a little and easily saw those allergies on the rise and thus she reached into her pocket for her handkerchief. "...for the allergies..." she whispered while offering it to him - and just one tender kiss to his shoulder.

[Cassirin]

Well. Merlin's beard. Did she really believe he had allergies? Did she really want to clean his flat? Sam worried that he was too transparent with his feelings when really he wanted to be totally stoic all the time. Like his dad, who could communicate more through a single grunt than pages of books could do. But obviously he was a VERY good liar.

"My mum keeps breaking in and cleaning it. It's dead embarrassing." Sam accepted the handkerchief and tucked it into his sleeve. "I'm fine, though. Seriously. Have you seen the last issue of Quidditch Weekly? I don't know if it's out yet. Can you check?" There was no way he was trying to get rid of Becky-the-arm-leech when she was such comfort to him, but it wouldn't hurt if those big eyes spent a few moments looking at something else.

[sweetpinkpixie]

Very good at pretending or incredibly gullible girlfriend, you decide.

Less embarrassing and perhaps more horrified, Becky thought it might be a kindness to show his mum a bit of grace in this seeing as she had been so worried during his mernapping and now the woman was being an adoring mother hen of sorts. "If you don't like her doing that, you could communicate it to her," Becky suggested softly. "Find another means for her to express her love for her son." Becky could relate a little, after all. He had met her grandfather, after all, and the man could be positively hovering in his affections.

Gullible was apparently a good look on her, because the moment Sam was asking about the magazine she was turning her gaze from fawning up at him to the array of publications on display. "Hmm...I'm not sure," she replied while squinting at the covers and slowly slipping her arm out from around his so she could go get a closer look herself.

[Cassirin]

"I'll tell her eventually. It's like... the last person in the world you want to hurt is the mother who thought you may never be coming back. And I told her I wouldn't move home to recuperate, so she's dealing with that rejection already." Sam had already had the be-a-man-and-let-your-mother-love-you conversation with his father. He'd spent his whole life watching that dynamic, so it was obvious to him what it took to make his mother happy. Funny enough that he ended up with a girl that was equally easy to please. Just... let her love you the way she wants as much as she wants.

He left her, but just by a few steps, and turned his attention to the fabulously fancy brooms on display. The brooms at home were perfectly good, and gathering dust, so he wasn't really shopping. More like looking at brooms that didn't make him feel quiet as miserable as the ones with memories attached.

[sweetpinkpixie]

She supposed she could understand that. She could actually do him one better and empathize with it as well considering how her own family functioned, particularly grandpa. Plus...Becky respected and adored Sam's mum too and it had been so awful fearing the worst but hoping for the best about her boyfriend...she could not imagine what it would be like to feel that way about her child. Which was even more difficult to weigh when one had not really considered having children either.

Becky smiled up at her boyfriend and offered a soft 'okay' before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Now over at the magazines and other publications, she looked over the flashy covers and bold fonts until she found Quidditch Weekly. It looked like there were a few of last month's mingled in with this month's...and the first couple had had the edged folded over with one looking as though someone had completely spilled their drink from Espresso Patronum on. But there was one towards the middle of the rack that looked quite pristine. "It's here," she chirped while looking up at Sam with eager accomplished eyes. It was a good thing it was here, right?!

[Cassirin]

"Hm?" Sam turned halfway in Becky's direction, his eyes still fixed on the broom. He was looking at the broom but really looking past the broom. Through it, beyond it to a time and place where he was still an up and coming Quidditch pro who wasn't bizarrely agoraphobic. "That's... oh, good."

He tore himself away, stepping back to Becky's side and dropping an arm around her so he could study the cover over her shoulder. "What do they say the Wanderers odds are for the season? Maybe we can get out to a game later on." They would not be getting out to a game later on.

[sweetpinkpixie]

Beyond pleased to be by his side again, even more so when his arm went around her shoulders, Becky continued her casual perusing of the magazine and flipped to the team specific stats upon his timid request. She also took tender advantage of his proximity and leaned into him a bit (it felt kind of necessary to offer that additional touch. "Hmmm," she hummed as she flipped a couple of more pages until finally finding the section on the Wanderers. "Mmmm...according to this one person's analysis...lukewarm sentiments. Seems like the team is struggling a bit finding cohesiveness with one another but if they can manage to unite more...maybe they could be the underdogs of the season." She was exaggeratedly paraphrasing things but anything was possible any season! "That would be nice." The game. Anything with Sam was nice though. "If not...we could always set the WWN up and have a watch in." Wonderful advances in wizarding technology...if technology was the correct term. "Cuddle on the couch and yell at the screen."

Becky was quiet but she could get a little robust during quidditch matches.

[Cassirin]

Sam mentally dissected that 'one person's analysis' and put it back together knowing what he did about the team. And wondered hopefully if the reason they were struggling was a Sam-shaped hole in the Beater roster. He'd had good cohesion with his partner before being cast far, far under the sea.

"Yeah, we could watch from home too. But then we'll have to figure out a way to get stadium snack in the living room, because the game is only fun with stadium snacks." And people bumping you with jostling elbows when they cheered on their team, spilling popcorn down your back in excitement, bursting into a rousing and raunchy cheer... It made his hair stand on end to think of all that space and all those people, but he sort of felt like he could stomach it. He missed it more than he feared it.

[sweetpinkpixie]

Such irony. She was worried that implying the team was not doing well because of the Sam shaped hole may cause additional distress and guilt because of what had happened to him as well as a reminder that he was not his best presently. Or maybe she was projecting a bit because that was how she would feel in his situation and thus she was tiptoeing a little.

Or a lot. Tiptoeing a lot.

"Then it sounds like the best thing to do is to go to the stadium," she beamed up at him with a quick bounce up on to her toes and a sweet kiss to his cheek as well. "So then the question is..." she hummed as she hopped another step forward, her arm looped through his, and picked up another magazine to flip through. "Do we go with a box seat or into the regular seating?" And if a box seat...his family's or the Minister's?

Maybe his family. Mentioning it to grandpa may result in an overwhelming situation for Sam because, well, grandpa was starting to hoot about certain aspirations.

[Cassirin]

"Regular seating, maybe?" Sam tucked the first magazine under his arm so she could look through the new one without being impeded. The way he thought of it, regular seating was more overwhelmed by people but less overwhelmed by individual attention. In a box, people looked at you, wondered about you, noticed you. He didn't like that. He'd actually never liked that, even when he was still playing.

"Thinking about all those snacks is making me hungry. Should we get lunch?" Look at him, extending their outing without shaking in his sneakers.

[sweetpinkpixie]

She wasn't really sure what all she was looking for as she flipped through the pages, though she did briefly wonder how things could have been were she to have pursued quidditch with a bit more vigor. Her and Sam would have been on opposing teams at Hogwarts, different houses and such, and while she had wanted to be a keeper like dad...she didn't have the build for it. Likely would have needed to train for seeker like her mum had done once upon a time. "I like this plan," she smiled encouragingly as she found some training schedules in the magazine and was reminded that she had been haphazardly looking for them before her thoughts had distracted her. "Will you be embarrassed if I paint my face for it?" she asked with a small laugh. "Or can I paint yours to match?"

She took her quidditch cheering quite seriously.

"Looks like there is a friendly for the Wanderers coming up against a team from the French league...want to see if we can catch it?" she asked while showing him the page and pointing to the date. "I bet your coach and team would like to see you after." Or before, depended on when they got to the stadium.

"I could eat something," she nodded. "I feel like something sweet...maybe we could split a sundae?" She could never quite finish an entire one on her own.

[Cassirin]

"You're going to paint my face?" That was kind of a comforting idea, wasn't it? He would be less himself, less visible, if they were in a sort of disguise. "Yeah, whatever you want, Re-becca."

Except the part about visiting with his teammates. He wasn't sure he was quite up to that yet. "Get the tickets, and I'll pay for the snacks. We'll have a good time." He plucked her magazines from out of her arms and headed for the counter to pay for them. Girlfriend wanted snackies.

[sweetpinkpixie]

While Becky may not be entirely picking up all breadcrumbs Sam was dropping, she could very clearly see and hear the tonal shift with face painting. A rush of giddiness about matching face paints had her own eyes brightening and a smile spreading across her face aaaaaaaand a quick push up on to her tip toes to give his cheek another sweet peck. "It's not just about what I want though," she reminded him with a loving bop to his nose while she was still here on her tip toes. "I think it will be really fun though and I have gotten quite good at painting the logo and letters on skin." Her own textile and pattern making work in her spare time had certainly contributed to the increase of skill.

He really was the best, did he know? He really was.

"We will," she agreed with the biggest BEAM on her tiny features. "This is so exciting. I'll let Cathair know I'm staying over at your flat that day too." Quidditch match, face painting, and a sleep over! Oh...maybe pancakes for breakfast as well? She did enjoy pancakes.

[Cassirin]

"It's actually entirely about what you want, silly." Sam would stay home and hide under his bed if it weren't for her. She had to realize that keeping her happy was one of the only things that motivated him to overcome his trauma of being held hostage under the ocean for so long.

He accepted the slim paper bag with her magazines and tucked them away, shrunken down, into his pocket. Offering a hand, Sam tucked Becky back against his side. "You could just stay, you know? Like... keep staying. Don't have to report back to a roommate if your roommate is me."

[sweetpinkpixie]

He was being so sweet and charming, did he know? For someone who claimed to be so prickly, aloof, and thorny...he really was the sweetest and such a big softie. "I will respectively disagree...but I also think I am going to interpret your response as you accepting my proposition." She smiled up at him again and bounced up and down on her toes. "I'll clean my brushes!"

And speaking of proposals...

"Maybe Cathair and I could..."

...or rather proposals that took a bit too long to process because Sam asking her to move in with her was not on her BINGO card for the day, week, month, or perhaps even the year. It wasn't that she hadn't thought about it before, thought about AND fantasized about it, but more...hmm...perhaps more she had become so accustomed to their routine and it was a bit thrilling to have sleepovers.

"...oh..,.oh wait....wait...." she squeaked, her voice going up an octave more and more with each syllable and her eyes widened and sparkled. "...are you implying what I think you are implying?"

[Cassirin]

"Isn't even implying, is it?" Sam gave her a look that was all ferocious eyebrow, although he wasn't feeling ferocious at all. It was hard enough to make an offer like that, and even harder if she was going to need him to explain it. What if she needed him to talk about feelings and plans and futures? He would just pass away right here.

"Implying means I was hinting around. I just said it. I already... said it." And don't make him say it again, ok?

[sweetpinkpixie]

There would most certainly be talks about feelings and futures and all those things...just when they were back in the privacy and comfort of his flat. Their flat?

Their flat.

Even just thinking that had her skin goosebumping all over.

"Technically ... you are heavily implying it," she smiled as she slid her arms around his middle. He was since he wasn't just outright asking, but it was the sort of way of asking things that she was rather accustomed to by this point. Becky's thoughts did drift to Cathair and how much she absolutely adored living with him. He was her best friend and she loved how lush and green there apartment was thanks to all of their plants. It was homey and comforting, so parting with that constant was a little scary and her her tummy turning in ways she hadn't imagined possible. But...no one turned her tummy the way Sam did. The thought that she could feel that every day all the time was admittedly a little overwhelming. But in a good way? "...I'd like that. Living with you. Saying more goodnights and good mornings, less goodbyes and see yous." Her stomach was doing all those turns and flips again, making her eyes twinkle just a little bit more.

[Waddles]

Armed with a really excellent pair of pigtails and a half dozen spare knuts, Sophia slipped into Quality Quidditch Supplies while her mum took a break. She knew this store better than she knew the path from her bedroom to the kitchen, and made a beeline for the magazine stands.

Arms crossed, she surveyed the magazine selection. She only had enough for one...but which one did she want?

[Holmesian Feline]

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Originally Posted by Waddles

Armed with a really excellent pair of pigtails and a half dozen spare knuts, Sophia slipped into Quality Quidditch Supplies while her mum took a break. She knew this store better than she knew the path from her bedroom to the kitchen, and made a beeline for the magazine stands.

Arms crossed, she surveyed the magazine selection. She only had enough for one...but which one did she want?

There were plenty of things to be excited about in the various shops and carts within Diagon Alley. Olivanders was a particular point for some of her family as her brother Ari would be getting his first wand for the upcoming term. Now Nadia herself had slipped off to one of her favorite places….Quality Quidditch supplies. Sooooon. Not sure where she wanted to begin in today’s wanderings at first, eventually made her way towards the magazines where she noticed a fellow girl from her year.

“Anything particularly interesting?” she questioned, her own gaze passing over the many covers displayed there.

[Waddles]

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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline

There were plenty of things to be excited about in the various shops and carts within Diagon Alley. Olivanders was a particular point for some of her family as her brother Ari would be getting his first wand for the upcoming term. Now Nadia herself had slipped off to one of her favorite places….Quality Quidditch supplies. Sooooon. Not sure where she wanted to begin in today’s wanderings at first, eventually made her way towards the magazines where she noticed a fellow girl from her year.

“Anything particularly interesting?” she questioned, her own gaze passing over the many covers displayed there.

Sophia turned to see who'd spoken, purposefully slowly though (she didn't want to hit anything with her pigtails). Spotting a girl from her year who she thought was a...Ravenclaw? One of those in a tower. With sunlight. She smiled and shrugged.

"Quidditch is always interesting," she pointed out. A fact which, unfortunately, didn't help with her decision-making process. "I usually go for Seeker Weekly, but... I don't think I'm going to be a seeker." She just wasn't speedy enough. "Which do you read?"