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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Jul 12, 2005 21:10:34 GMT
“A favor?” Aylen repeated confusedly. What kind of favor could the professor want? “Um, sure, if I’m able to.” When Professor Windwaltz had asked this, he seemed so serious; so different from the laughing, joking Professor he had come to know. “What do you need me to do?”
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Jul 20, 2005 9:22:56 GMT
Before Talon could respond to Aylen's own response, a jingle of chimes filled the store for the third time since young Forgoil had entered the store. A rather old and gangly man entered the store, clutching what looked like a sack of potatoes. The very sight of him caused a repulsion to the eye - the hand which he held the sack had only two fingers and a thumb, the other two fingers looked like they were brutally mauled off. The other hand, even more disturbing, was not even there, for it ended at his elbow. His long legs were equally disheveled, though one remained in perfect condition. The other, however, was replaced by a broomstick. His face, however, was the thing that jumped out first; It lacked one eye, half a nose, and the cheekbone stuck out where the flesh should've been. The rest of it was like yellow parchment.
All together, this unknown creature in the doorway was one of the most repulsive - and seemingly conscious - things Talon had ever seen. The creature snorted, stamped three steps into the store, growled, and then stamped two steps back. It was then that it's single eye fell upon the three. It seemed to ignore Aylen and Forgoil entirely, and then fell upon Talon, who after a few seconds acknowledged with a final grunt. "What 'choo doin' in me house?" It said with deep indignation. "Well, sir..." Talon responded with a rather shaky voice, "The three of us were under the impression that this was a store - what with it being in Diagon Alley." There was silence once more, and the creature, at last, chuckled. It was then that Talon realized that the man was nothing more than a man. But what could make a man so like that?
"Heh...heh heh...store, eh?" It said between chuckles, as if this was a marvelous joke on Talon's part. "Store..." it repeated, and at last gave a rather horrid glance at the two boys. "If yeh think it's a store...why'd you bring kidders? Kidders don't got money, ever'one knows that...and by the look of yeh..." He added with a sweeping up and down look at Talon, "Yeh don't got much either." Talon felt rather flustered at this statement, obviously embarrassed at this comment. "Actually, good sir," he flashed the last word dangerously, to point out his indignation, "I do have money, and I was actually thinking of making a purchase until -" The man chuckled again, taking a step toward what looked to be once a store counter, but was covered with strange antique figures. "Until what? Until I told yeh that yeh entered me house? This place 'asn't been a store in...well on ten years 'r so. But yeh, you got big money, I'm 'appy to give yeh a piece o' my collection...what'cha thinkin' 'bout?"
Talon stepped over to Aylen again, trying to whisper as softly as possible. "Aylen, I've got with me 100 galleons. It's an extremely large amount of money. I was hoping to buy armour with it but...err...get the music box. The badger one...if he'll allow it. Just...give it to your sister, if you would...and tell her it's from you." He shoved the money bag into the redhead's hands.
OOC: Feel free to God RP the storekeeper from now on, but remember his appearance and remember the accent.
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Jul 22, 2005 22:16:44 GMT
The jingle of the store door startled the redhead, but that reaction was quite mild compared to the one he had from the storeowner. ‘Those weren’t from a rogue bludger,’ Aylen couldn’t help thinking in disgust. He looked like a gruesome real-life version of a marionette that belonged to a child that had been too rough with it. His laugh gave Aylen the shivers as he and the professor exchanged words.
They seemed to reach some sort of agreement and the storeowner moved behind the dusty counter. Professor Windwaltz took a hesitant step towards Aylen and whispered, “I've got with me 100 galleons. It's an extremely large amount of money. I was hoping to buy armor with it but...err...get the music box. The badger one...if he'll allow it. Just...give it to your sister, if you would...and tell her it's from you." He shoved the moneybag into the redhead's hands. Aylen raised an eyebrow. “No way in heck she’s going to believe that,” he whispered back, but he took the money anyway. He grinned. “I’m guessing you won’t get the rest of the teachers to let up on the homework a little for me in return?” he asked jokingly. “Hoy, wha ‘chu conferrin’ ‘bout?” The storekeeper’s eye followed the pouch of money greedily. “If yer ain’t gonna buy nothing’, yer should get out.” Aylen’s nervousness returned in an instant. “Er, how much is that music box?”
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Jul 23, 2005 12:07:01 GMT
"Not sure about the other teachers, but if you do this I'll probably never give you homework again," said Talon, trying to hold in his desperate tone. He knew that anyone would like that music box, it's tune was so calming and otherworldly it was quite possible that it could do anything. He had to somehow give it to Aidana, but his own modesty kept him from wanting to give it to her himself. The storekeeper croaked at Aylen, and Aylen asked about the box. It made Talon's nervousness lessen to know that he was going to do it for him. The storekeeper, however, was frozen for a few seconds at Aylen's words. Silence surrounded the shop, and the storekeeper made no movement for at least a full minute.
"The music box, yeh say?" The storekeeper limped forward, gazing at the redhead who had popped the question. "The music box..." he repeated, coming out and standing beside the badger. "Interestin'...anythin' in the store yeh coulda' bought, and yer want the music box..." He shook his head, patting the well-crafted badger on its head. "This her' thin' belon'ed to Hel'a Hufflepuff 'erself. Rather...importan' teh me, yeh know?" He sniffed slightly, and then his sad expression was replaced with a rather greedy one. "But, I serpose I could do with a few mer ga'eons. Though it'eh cost yeh a lot, kidder." His greedy grin widened.
"85 galleons." He said, a gleam in his eye. "No less."
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Post by Aylen Hawkins on Jul 23, 2005 18:40:38 GMT
“Eighty-fi—” Aylen began, then shut his mouth. That was more than even he would be willing to spend on a Firebolt! He gave an anxious glance at the Professor. Was he really willing to pay that much for a music box? He took in Professor Windwaltz’s equally distressed look and decided not to ask. It was obvious he wanted to really do something for Aidana, but didn’t know what. He felt a sudden surge of emotion. Jealousy, protectiveness, he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but it quickly passed. He risked another look at the professor. His tattered robes, tarnished boots...he made his decision. “How about I offer you fifty and we’ll start from there?” Aylen asked coldly. He was not going to let him waste money on his sister when he needed it for himself.
The shopkeeper seemed to swell. “Fifty? I gots otter buyers off’rin’ hunerds! This wuz Hel’a ‘ufflepuf’s ‘n’ yeh wants me t’part wit this fer fifty?” Aylen raised an eyebrow, knowing he caught him.
“Ain’t this shop bin closed fer years ‘n’ years?” Aylen imitated the accent smirking.
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