Post by Diggory Kirk on Jan 2, 2006 17:45:07 GMT
It was a normal day in Hogsmeade; for every day in Hogsmeade was a normal day for it was a normal town where nothing extradonary happened and many of the townsfolk liked it that way. Calm and quiet; it kept all those buggers from the cities away and the last thing that this people wanted was commotion. But unfortunately enough for them; they were about to meet one of this blighters from the cities and he was a rather unusal cad indeed. Diggory Kirk was from Cornwall, but spent many of his days travelling all over the British Isles. The young man was 21 and his sandy-blond hair always had a tendency to get into his eyes whenever he tossed his head to and fro.
The 6 foot tall man was pushing a cart, one that was reminisent of those used in the Middle Ages; where merchants offered their wares to any that so accepted them. In this cart, all sorts of objects were hidden inside it's confines. Though the cart didn't seem all that large; it had several "modifications" added to it by it's wizard owner. These modifications were not illegal so to speak, but Kirk used them to store many things; some of these things were illegal, but if the price was right; he would acquire them.
Yet what he tried to hide the most behind the cart was his mechanical leg. He had lost his original right leg to a Welsh Green; it had biten it off right at the upper thigh. Perhaps that is what he got for trying to acquire an egg for a wealthy buyer, but all the same; he avoided dragons nowadays. Though not all of his stock had dubious backgrounds. His contacts in Diagon Alley had plenty of objects for him to sell. Ollivander had given him a license to sell some of his less potent wands, the Weasly's allowed him to sell many of their items as well; so long as they got a 30% of the profits made.
But not all the money in the world could not replace his leg; that is what made him despised by many. Many had distrust for merchants of his caliber and it was only natural, but when fear turned into hate; that was something hard to avoid. His mechanical leg whirled with each step that he took; startling small children as cogs, gears and motors (all magically powered) made that awful noise that alerted attention to the man.
Though he had two comforts in life, and they became known to the villagers of Hogsmeade as he halted his cart and set up shop in the center of one of the many squares. From the depths of the cart, the Brit pulled out an accordian; something that he had learned to love from his now-deceased, Italian counterpart. The great Italian, Vincento Russo, had taught him how to play, but Russo wasn't as lucky as Kirk had been when they tried to acquire the dragon egg. And suddenly with a great burst of chattering as a small spider monkey with brown fur leaped onto Diggory's shoulder when he opened up a certain compartment.
"Ah Gesapie", cooed Diggory as his pet perched like a parrot on his shoulder, "Couldn't let you out any earlier chap; if I did some little blackguard could have nicked you off me. Couldn't have that now could we? Well my furry friend, just sit back and enjoy the day. Tomorrow we can worry about business yeah? Is there a certain tune that you would like me to play while we enjoy ourselves? Hmm..how's about 'That's Amoure'? In tribute to our old friend Vincento."
Gesapie's head bobbed up and down his approval and with a grin, Diggory Kirk strapped on his accordian and those bellows let out a puff of dust, but that was followed by the beatiful music that it was capable of producing. Smiling all the while, without a care in the World, Digg let his deep, bass voice ring out clearly with every note.
"When the Moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie; that's Amoure!
When the Moon seems to shine when you've had to much wine; that's....."
The 6 foot tall man was pushing a cart, one that was reminisent of those used in the Middle Ages; where merchants offered their wares to any that so accepted them. In this cart, all sorts of objects were hidden inside it's confines. Though the cart didn't seem all that large; it had several "modifications" added to it by it's wizard owner. These modifications were not illegal so to speak, but Kirk used them to store many things; some of these things were illegal, but if the price was right; he would acquire them.
Yet what he tried to hide the most behind the cart was his mechanical leg. He had lost his original right leg to a Welsh Green; it had biten it off right at the upper thigh. Perhaps that is what he got for trying to acquire an egg for a wealthy buyer, but all the same; he avoided dragons nowadays. Though not all of his stock had dubious backgrounds. His contacts in Diagon Alley had plenty of objects for him to sell. Ollivander had given him a license to sell some of his less potent wands, the Weasly's allowed him to sell many of their items as well; so long as they got a 30% of the profits made.
But not all the money in the world could not replace his leg; that is what made him despised by many. Many had distrust for merchants of his caliber and it was only natural, but when fear turned into hate; that was something hard to avoid. His mechanical leg whirled with each step that he took; startling small children as cogs, gears and motors (all magically powered) made that awful noise that alerted attention to the man.
Though he had two comforts in life, and they became known to the villagers of Hogsmeade as he halted his cart and set up shop in the center of one of the many squares. From the depths of the cart, the Brit pulled out an accordian; something that he had learned to love from his now-deceased, Italian counterpart. The great Italian, Vincento Russo, had taught him how to play, but Russo wasn't as lucky as Kirk had been when they tried to acquire the dragon egg. And suddenly with a great burst of chattering as a small spider monkey with brown fur leaped onto Diggory's shoulder when he opened up a certain compartment.
"Ah Gesapie", cooed Diggory as his pet perched like a parrot on his shoulder, "Couldn't let you out any earlier chap; if I did some little blackguard could have nicked you off me. Couldn't have that now could we? Well my furry friend, just sit back and enjoy the day. Tomorrow we can worry about business yeah? Is there a certain tune that you would like me to play while we enjoy ourselves? Hmm..how's about 'That's Amoure'? In tribute to our old friend Vincento."
Gesapie's head bobbed up and down his approval and with a grin, Diggory Kirk strapped on his accordian and those bellows let out a puff of dust, but that was followed by the beatiful music that it was capable of producing. Smiling all the while, without a care in the World, Digg let his deep, bass voice ring out clearly with every note.
"When the Moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie; that's Amoure!
When the Moon seems to shine when you've had to much wine; that's....."
- Aint it cute? Thanks Hayzie! -hugs-
