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Dervish and Banges is a small, dusky little outlet located at the end of the street in Hogsmeade. Squatting between a few wooden pillars painted to look like marble, the green and gold building seems to be more of a remodeled mausoleum than a wizarding place of business. As you enter the hideous peeling green door and inhale the thick scent of sawdust and mildew, you'll likely question if the shop actually was a mausoleum at some point.
Squeaky floorboards, musty smells, and creepy feelings aside, the place may appear to be in an eternal state of decay, but the sagging shelves stocked full of shiny, brand or like-new knickknacks say otherwise. The shop sells both new and reconditioned items of both the wizard and Muggle variety. Take your time, walk around, pick up some coupons, and try to not be intimidated by that looming shopkeeper just behind it (he doesn't bite ... much).
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
Atlas, for once, knew precisely what he wanted to get today when he stepped into the shop. Typically he would curate a list of things but then spend hours just browsing shelves and being distracted by one shiny or noise making object...or another...or twelve...but today he was a lion on a mission and he would NOT be swayed.
Probably.
The stench of Dervish and Banges often left him wondering if the shopkeeper was actually an inferius. At this point...nothing in the magical would would surprise him, which was perhaps why he had thrown himself so much into mechanics and deconstructing appliances to see how things worked. None of this, naturally, anything on the blonde's mind as he meandered his way over towards the time-turners. He would be leaving with at least one of these today.
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Lucky didn't even have anything he particularly wanted to get - only a tendency to see something and immediately want it, which was always a shame when he was on his own, because dad would have bought if for him regardless of how much money Lucky had on him. Even though, technically, all his money was dad's money anyway. But it wasn't. Because it was his.
The point was, he'd only come in here to browse and maybe impulse-buy whatever his heart decided to desire, and so he didn't really need to put up with the weird smell and ancient and/or dead people vibes. In fact, Lucky was about to turn and leave almost immediately after entering (how long would it take for the mustiness to seep into his clothes? these jeans were far too cool for such a fate) when he spotted - IDK, my BFF Flimflam?
So naturally Lucky headed right on over, tapped the Gryffindor on the shoulder, and ducked around to his other side to sing his greeting. "Aaaaaatlaaaaaas...t, your lurve has come alooooong." That was Lucky, by the way, Atlas' most favourite person. In case he forgot. Which he did seem to do fairly often.
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spent way too long finding a pic >.> INSISTED he get one too ... with a bush
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
Like any normal an sane person would do, Atlas' head turned to follow the tap that had nearly caused him jump out of his skin. FOR THE RECORD, his surprise had been just a firm jolt of the shoulders in surprise and no full body jump or squeak or anything of the sort. He was a fourth year now and entirely too cool and mature for such spooks, obviously. But apparently not too mature or street smart to fall for one of the older tricks in the book on how to irritate others.
Completing a complete circle, Atlas found himself face to face with none other than Lucky who, yes, he must have forgotten once again was apparently his most favorite person. Somewhere, his eye twitched horribly. Even more horrible was that his cheeks felt warm because of the serenade, obviously from the humiliation of it all, which prompted him to lunge forward slightly and cover his mate's mouth entirely with the palm of his hand. "Stop the nails down the chalkboard will you? You're worse than a fwooper."
...and don't call him FlimFlam.
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When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born withfire and gold in our eyes