|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:41 pm
 Two doors down, Quidditch Quality Supplies displays the newest brooms and full sets of professional robes in its windows.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 3:03 pm
 
"You need a new hobby, mate," came the low, apathetic voice of the sales clerk at Quality Quidditch Supplies. He was leaning on the counter, next to the old-fashioned cash register, and had beefy arms and a stupid looking face. Oliver vowed never to become a man like that, doomed to spend his life in a comercial position with no real potential to do anything more. "I think this one suits me just fine, thanks," Oliver told him. It was his third time in the shop that day, and he and the cleerk were getting on eachother's nerves.
It was Oliver's own fault, really. Every hour, he would come in and look at a different area of the shop. He couldn't buy anything, though, which annoyed the clerk. Not only did he have no money, but his father refused to buy him any more flying equipment. True, his birthday was less than a month ago, and Mr. and Mrs. Wood had practically bought on of everythign in the store, but it wouldn't last. Oliver was known for sporting some very well-worn equipment.
What he really wanted during this visit was a new pair of boots. It seemed a strange thought; why would you even need shoes if you're flying in the air? But Oliver had a tendancy to wear his flying boots for more than flying. Serious dragon leather boots were especially good for hiking and exploring the woods. Hell, they were some nice, durable boots, and he wore them almost everywhere outdoors.
Oliver headed to the shelves. He passed the low-budget boots and went straight for the designer brands. Unfortunately, the clerk followed. He tried to non-chalantly spy on Oliver, but it was hard to hide his large figure behind many things in the store. Oliver continued minding his own business, browsing along footwear. As a middle-aged witch entered the shop, he watched the clerk sulk away to do his job, and Oliver grabbed a pair of Norwegian Ridgeback boots he had been eyeing.
They fit like a glove, and Oliver had just stood up to check how they looked on him when the clerk returned. "What'cha doin' with tha' nice pair o' boots, eh?" Oliver continued checking out the boots in a mirror that was propped up on the floor. "I mean, what's a kid lookin' a' all these nice things for?" the clerk continued. He obviously came from a horrible primary education, he had terrible grammar. Oliver had only three years of grade school, and still could speak better English than this full grown man. "I'm a prodigy," he joked.
'Prodigy.' Oliver tried not to laugh out loud, but there was a slim chance the clerk actually knew the definition of the word. Sure enough, his large face turned red and he started to mumble and swear under his breath. Oliver continued to admire the very fine [and very expensive!] footwear he was sporting. It would only be a matter of minutes before his dad was done shopping, he would know exactly where his missing son ran off to.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:22 pm
♣1111111я¥αи ii'Ð яµи τhяøµgh £iiяε11111•• The seventh year barged through the door, his eyes ablaze as he looked around, his eyes taking in the whole of the store in one sweep. But he didn't see what he wanted, but he wasn't going to leave until he was totally positive she wasn't here. I can't believe she got away... I wasn't looking for a second and then she's suddenly gone! And mum and pop are off shopping, too... if they find out she's disappeared, we're both dead! he thought, removing himself from just in front of the doorway, taking a few steps in.
He glanced left and right at first, trying to decide which part of the store he should search through first. He ignored the salesman, who seemed to be throwing harsh words at him for barging in with a commanding air, his face plastered with a look of disinterest towards the contents of the shop, but rather set firmly on some goal. So caught up was he in his rage that he didn't even see the third year trying on a new pair of boots, the male whom he knew to be a superb quidditch player, like his sister. The only difference was that he suspected the male to go far in the carreer, where as he doubted his sister was as passionate as the male in the store.
Finally making the decission, he turned to his right and ravaged down that side of the store, passing by the window leading to the outside, rays of light shinning through the glass and casting shadows against the floors of the dummys showing off some items, dust that whirled around dancing along side them. He circled around the right, not looking a bit at any equiptment, all to the anger of the salesman, and then looped around to the left; she really was no where to be seen in here!
"But I was sure..." Ryan mumbled to himself, running a slender hand through his deep brown hair, leaving it at the top of his hair to tangle into the mess, keeping whatever hair hung down in his face out of it as he took another glance around. The other hand lay on his hip, making him seem like he was calmer from when he'd come in, just going through an attempt to find something that he'd lost... or rather, something that had run away.
Finally taking notice of the male modeling the boots, an idea fled over his face. "Hey! You, third year whose name escapes me right now," Ryan started, suddenly hurrying up to the kid with a stride of importance, for this matter was quite important indeed, "sorry to be so rude, first off, I do not mean to be. But the subject of which I'm here is rather important..." he continued, excusing himself for any offense he may have made. "But you wouldn't have happend to have seen Skylar Martin, Slytherin, sixth year, anywhere, have you? It would seem she suddenly disappeared... and I've torn through many a shop looking for her... and if she is not in here, the quidditch shop, then I'm afraid I'm at a lost for ideas," he explained hurridly, still paying no mind to the man looming over him, anger erupting from his very core over Ryan who was apparently not in there for anything quidditch related, and who had burst through his door, which made the man spite the teen. ✖•✖_____τø εscαþε τhiis ll EDIT: I just realized... i didn't get the charie approved. O.O he's okay, though, right? :hopes he is cuz i'd forgotten: I'M SORRY :bows down in appology: ll
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:06 pm
 "Come on, Ronnie, catch up!" yelled George, running into the store. "My name's not Ronnie!" yelled his younger brother, breathing heavily after chasing George into the Quidditch shop. Fred was right behind him, almost knocking him over on his way through the door. "Ron! Stop right in front of the door, why don't you?" he yelled. "Gawd, Fred, why don't you look where you're going!?" yelled Ron right back.
"Come, now, children. We mustn't fuss," said George. Fred pushed him on the shoulder, laughing, and he pushed back.
"Boys!" shouted Mr. Weasley, coming in after them. All three boys stood at attention. "My apologies," he said to the clerk, shooting his sons a poisonous look.
"Hey Dad, I need a new pair of boots, since Ron ruined mine," George said, throwing an accusing look Ron's way. "Why, what did he do to them?"
"Put his nasty feet into them!" said Fred. "I did not! Dad, tell them to shut up!" yelled Ron. His temper was really awful today. Well, not much worse than any other day, but that's just because Ron had a very bad temper all the time. That's what made it so fun to tease him.
Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley didn't always share this feeling. "Come on now, you two. Leave him alone. Besides, I don't have money to buy you new boots, you know that. We're here for gloves and gloves only."
"Well why does Charlie get a new set of arm and shin guards?" asked George, glancing over at his older brother, who was already trying things on. "George, you know very well that the ones he has are no good. And he's not getting new gloves. So it's equal."
George looked downcast for a moment, but then went over to try on gloves, of course first checking the ones they couldn't afford.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 1:42 pm
Oliver's attention was torn from the detailing on the leather boots. The newest person to walk in the shop made teh clerk quite angry, which amused Oliver. He watched teh new annoyance for a bit before he realized Oliver's existence. He seemed to be very hurried, and after he looked around all of the shelves, he seemed a bit more calm.
Oliver didn't expect him to come over, nut as the boy turned to face him, Oliver found himself searching his brain for the guy's name. But his attempt was interrupted by the boy talking very fast. His body looked calm, his voice was in a rush like he had been earlier. As he finished his rant, Oliver remembered his last name [only because he was looking for his sister], but realized what he had said.
"I'm definitely fourteen, thankyeverymuch," as if it were all one word. Though Oliver could tell the Martin male was not in need of details, he could wait to hear the necessary information if he wanted it. "And my name is Oliver," he paused, "Wood." And now he could continue onto what the guy wanted to hear. "I haven't seen your sister, Ryan." Oliver had remembered the two from Quidditch, but it was a lucky break that he remembered his 1st name. "Have you tried the ice-cream parlor? Girls like ice-cream, right?"
Oliver really had no idea what girls liked or disliked, he had never had a girlfriend, he wasn't obligated to buy things or act a certain way for a girl... yet. But everyone liked ice-cream, it was worth a shot. "Can't help ye otherwise, mate."
He continued minding his own business, expecting Ryan to immediately exit the shop. Oliver finally slid off the boots, just as half of the Weasley clan barged in the store. The clerk would have no rest today, not with them in the store. Oliver held the pair of boots with one hand as if he owned them, and strolled over to the pair of twins. "Take a look at these, mates." he held the boots up as if they were pure gold, they were a real treasure in the world of Quidditch.
It was not until now that Oliver had checked the price tag. '47 galleons, 12 sickles and 28 knuts, no wonder they're still here,'he said to himself. True, they were a bit overpriced. The gorilla of a clerk must've put down the first number that came to mind, though Oliver doubted he could count that high.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 2:11 pm
♣1111111я¥αи  •11111ii£ [ii]cøµℓÐ τµяи ßαck τhε cℓøck«Ryan hadn't been sure whether or not the boy would help him; they went to the same school, but by his behavior he assumed the boy may think him a lune, and perhaps not even help him. Perhaps even ignore him, brush him off, and laugh at him as he told him to leave. But much to his utter shock, at relief, the male opened his mouth, his voice carrying over to his ears.
As he listened, he could only do so much to restrain himself from letting anything rude escape him; he didn't care if he was bloody fourteen! A third year was a third year, and being older in his year meant nothing to Ryan. But he would not say this, for if he had, he may not be getting his answer. As to his name, he didn't care for that, either. He doubted he'd ever speak to this 'Oliver Wood' ever again, besides now. So, why did it matter whether or not he knew his name? And better yet, why was this kid even bothering to speak it?
He felt something drop within him at the words, as though a frail part of his inards had been holding something too heavy for it and gave in, causing it to fall quickly through the pit of his stomach before it slowly faded. But this feeling had not only been caused by the fact he hadn't seen Skylar, but the fact he'd mentioned they were siblings; didn't younger kids these days know to respect a persons wishes, especially one who had seniority over them?
He bowed his head slightly, his lips parting to finally allow some words out, filtering what he was saying of course. "Thank you, Oliver," he started, his voice hinted with relief, thanks but also disappointment, "I will go and try that shop. But if I may request something of you... would you mind not calling us siblings, in any way? I'm afraid Skylar doesn't quite like it..." he trailed off.
He didn't bother to stay and wait for an answer as it seemed another large group had come bustling in through the door. He didn't notice at first, but soon their striking red hair caught his eye and he knew almost instantly what family, the males only, had come in; the weasly's. He didn't know them personally, but he knew there were many of them. Not staying to chat, he quickly ducked out, slipping pass the crowd and through the door, to try the icecream parlor. »[ii] wøµℓÐ Σαkε εvεя¥τiiиg яiighτ11111•
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 1:16 am
George pulled on a pair of nice leather and dragon-hide gloves, flexing his fingers, admiring the look of the gloves on his hand. "Wow!" he said, tapping Fred on the shoulder to get his attention. "Look at these!"
"Damn! Those are some nice gloves! Where'd you get them, I want a pair," the other Weasley twin looked around, and found another pair like George's. George turned around to find his father, who was helping Charlie try on shin guards, saying, "Hey Dad, have a look at these." He spotted Oliver trying on an expensive-looking pair of boots, and walked causally over.
"Hey Oliver. Nice boots," he said, grinning. Oliver was Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, so they'd have to get to know each other if George and Fred got on the team. Why not start now?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 5:44 pm
call me Cedirc DiggoryA huge grin took over Cedir'c face as he walked into the Quidditch Supply shop. He felt giddy like a school boy, Which is what he tottally was. It took restraint to keep himself from bouncing around the store going "Oh look! This is new? And wow, I wish I had one of these!" And pretty much just spazzy. As he looked around, he did see other people, and it would be rightly embarassing to do something like that. [Especialy since alot of the other students were older!]
In reality, he never got to play Quidditch, save during practice games against the first string and sub players. Asia was really amazing though, so he always lost, unless the Snitch hit him or something equally unbelievable. But he could always window shop for some better things, you know, just incase something came up and Asia asked him to take over, or the captain asked him.
Never the less, he was here now, and he was excited. He made his way over to the gear that was in the Hufflepuff colors; Black and Yellow. Two of the best colors EVER, in Cedrics opinion. His eyes were bright with anticipation as he looked over the new pads and Quidditch Robes, and then let his eyes move over to the brand New Nimbus 1000 in the window. His jaw dropped ad he could care less that he was gaping. But, then he saw the price tag and felt an almost comical sweatdrop appear on the side of his face. 4000 Galleons. That was roughly the cost of all his school books.
"To bad, it looks like such a good broom..." He mumbled to himself as he frowned. His dad would have let him get it, heck, Amos would get anyhing for Cedric... but he knew they couldn't afford to throw money liek that around. Afterall, Cedric had a pretty good Clean Sweep that the school let him use for free. And it wasn't like he ever played. Maybe when he became first string Seeker, he would invest money into a good broom like that. But as for now, it would be a complete waste of money. or just C-Dawg :3
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 6:55 pm
Oliver knew a ridiculous price when he saw one, but he didn't come from a particularly poor family. Unfortunately, he couldn't say the same for the Weasleys. Seven children, it hurt to even think of it, as Oliver had a hard enough time putting up with his two little brothers. They were just turning five, now that Oliver remembered. He rarely saw the little buggers anymore, they probably couldn't quite grasp the concept of boarding school yet. For their first couple of years, they probably didn't realize Oliver was their older brother.
Coming back to the present, Oliver gave a wicked grin to the Weasley twin approaching. To tell the truth, he couldn't really tell them apart, but he wasn't about to say it out loud. Calling each of them 'mate' would do just fine. After all, there was a strong chance they would make the team. And if they were good enough at try-outs, he would drop their names to Charlie. Brotherly love couldn't always be depended on when it came to Quidditch. Oliver loved the sometimes cut-throat game, all of it.
"They're a fortune," Oliver answered. He nodded toward the clerk, who was helping a customer and couldn't see Oliver make a face. "Tha' oaf wouldn't know a fair price if he saw one." He took one last look at the fine stitching before leaving them on the bench which he was previously trying them on. Anything to annoy the clerk would be done, courtesy of Oliver himself. He gave a laugh and turned back to the twin.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 8:10 pm
Mary Perison just happened to stroll into Quality Quidditch Supplies. She needed a new bat something fierce. Hers had seen a lot fo wear and tear that summer, especially since her rotten little neighbor decided it would be nice to take it.
Then beat rocks with it.
Then give it back.
Stupid prat. she thought. I should have punched the little bugger in the face. she grinned to herself as she passed the rows and rows of Quidditch supplies.
She saw some really cute boots, but restrained herself as she made her way to the back of the store where the beater's bats were mounted on the wall, sparkling as if they were newly cleaned.
She admired each one, caressing it as she tried to get the right feel. She would pick up each one and give a few swings, then replace it and move on to another.
Sometimes she'd go two at a time, one in each hand, tossing them and flipping them gently. None of them felt quite right. Until she found it. The perfect one. It felt just right in her small hand and had a nice whoosh sound when she swung it.
'Perfect.' she said and wandered over to the brooms where she saw Cedric lookinh at them too. She had seen him at practice. She smiled at him.
"Hey Cedric." she said and smiled. He was a year younger than her, and a really nice kid.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 3:14 am
  As Melanie exited the ice cream parlour she sighed. Many emotions were flowing through her right now. All moving at great speeds and at the same time. Curiosity, worry, sadness, anger, and happiness overwhelmed her in the cool breeze outside. She crossed her arms over her stomach, it was filled with butterflies? Why? Because now she had to walk back to Twilfit and Tatting's. Where her friends were waiting. Not wanting to see them for the rest of that day, she walked into Quality Quidditch Supplies. She really did need a new broom, for her, her very old just wasn't cutting it.
She noticed the display that had the newest broom: the nimbus 1700. ((is that the newest? or is it the cleansweep 11?)) She smiled to herself. It was wonderful. She was so taken in with the broom that she didn't even notice that a person she had a slight crush on, Cedric Diggory, was standing right beside her looking at the broom too. along with one of Mac's friends Mary. She too also noticed the price tag, but it was most definetly in her price range. Plus, she was now done with all her school supply shopping. Should I get it? I have enough..., Melanie pondered this thought. She also thought about what her parents would say if they were here. They probably wouldn't mind, they gave Melanie just about everything that she wanted and needed. And she did need a new broom. Why not? I do need a new one...
She skipped over to the sales counter where the rude salesman was sitting. She smiled at him. "Excuse me sir? I'd like to buy the nimbus 1700." The salesman looked at her in surprise as if she couldn't even ride a broom. He laughed at her. "Sure sweetie, but are you sure you have enough? He looked at Melanie as though he was challenging her. Oh how she would have liked to punch his smug face. But she didn't, instead she replied in her sweetest voice, "As surprising as it may be, I do have enough. And I know how to ride one." She rummaged through her purse and found her money sack. In there was just enough for the broom. She put it on the table and pushed it at the man with a smile. He seemed startled but he took the money and carefully counted it before putting it in his cash resgister. "I was misaken miss. It seems as though you do have enough." He muttered, "Surprisingly"
Though Melanie had heard that last comment she pretended she didn't. No need to get upset over some stupid man who had no idea she was a great chaser. The salesman went to get the broom Melanie had just paid for and when he brought it back he started on wrapping it while Melanie was just standing there with a huge smile on her face. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 11:14 am
George laughed. "Yeah, probably never flew over a pitch before in his life, anyway. People like that shouldn't be working in shops like these..." he trailed off as the bell above the shop door dinged, and in walked Melanie Parks, beautiful fourth year and Slytherin Chaser. He caught Fred's eye, and they smiled evilly and said in unison, "Melanie," and turned and followed her over to the counter when she went to pay for her broom.
"Hello Melanie," said Fred. "Nice broom," tuned in George. "Ready to go back to Hogwarts and get your arse kicked?" "Won't help you any against us this year," said George, and in unison, with twin evil smiles on their faces, they said, "We're joining the team."
Melanie was a cute, cute girl, but that wouldn't stop them from whacking a bludger or two at her. Quidditch was their game, and if they were on opposing teams, it would be a nasty game indeed. The twins had seen Melanie's skill on the pitch, but weren't afraid. Rather they were excited to get to throw some skill of theirs back in her face.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 11:35 am
Melanie heard the two voices in usion and knew who they were right away; the Weasley twins. They were two years younger than her but it was no question that they were both quite cuties. She at some points wished that they were her age so she could at least date one of them, but you couldn't always get what you wished for. Melanie definetly all ready knew that fact all too well. When she she turned around to face the set of twins she smiled brightly at them. And because of her purchase her whole face was absolutely glowing. She greeted them both. "Hi Fred! Hi George! Nice to see you both." She smiled even wider when one of the twins complimented her on her purchase. Was it George? She was pretty sure it was, surprisingly she could tell them apart.
Her face stopped glowing when she heard Fred's comment and George's to follow. 'Couldn't they not be themselves personality wise just for a minute?' Melanie laughed to show that their comments didn't hurt het feelings. She then smiled a small smile again. "Get my arse kicked you say? I don't think so dear. I think that you're mistaken." And she wasn't kidding when she said that they were mistaken. Just about everybody knew Melanie was a great chaser, she had many skills when it came to riding a broom. She slightly raised her eyebrows when she heard that the pair were joining the Gryffindor team. It wasn't a surprise to Melanie, she knew'd it happen sooner of later. "Oh really? That should make this year interesting. Don't be surprised if you're falling and on the ground if I'm playing. I might just bump you slightly, or atleast it'll look like it to everybody else." She smiled jokingly while she said this, she was joking but slightly being serious. Her eyes sparkled with rare mischeif.
She wasn't afraid of the possibility of getting hit. It was what being a chaser was all about. She knew how to dodge fast bludgers, in fact, she had her best friend Mac hit very many at her for some practice. Out of about a hundred hits towards her, she had only gotten hit once. She was smiling, and knowing through her head that she was awful at comebacks. She just couldn't come up with them quickly enough. And when she finally came up with one it was stupid, just like the comment she had previously made to them. She said jokingly and in a mock afraid tone she said, "Now if you do ever hit me, which I highly doubt, please don't hit me in the face. I think you and I would be quite sad..." She gave them a wink and a smile, not knowing what to expect. She knew they wouldn't at all mind showing her what skills they did have.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 11:57 am
Fred and George both smiled wider at Melanie's confidence. Well, they'd soon smash it out of her.
For a Slytherin, though, she was quite nice, other than when it came to Quidditch. "Yes, of course," said Fred. "We can't ruin that pretty little face. It's about all the talent you've got on the pitch."
Of course, he was still just making fun. Everyone at Hogwarts knew by now that Melanie was a fantastic Chaser, despite her weak, girlish looks. George said nothing about the face comment...just smiled at her in a somewhat strange way. He wished he were her age, so he might have a chance with her, because she was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen... But, no chance of that.
"So how was your summer, Mel?" he asked, eager to get away from the insults.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 12:21 pm
Melanie smiled at Fred and George. They were always fun to be around, no matter if they were pranking you or not. They always had surprises up their sleeves and great personalities. Her smile and eyes didn't dim one bit at Fred's comment. She had noticed the joking tone in his voice. But then of course, was there ever a moment when he wasn't joking? She replied, "Oh good. You had my "pretty little face" worried for a slight moment there dears." She laughed and made air quotes when she said "pretty little face". She wasn't sure if Fred was joking or not about her face being pretty. She then nodded. "Yes, most definetly all about the talent. And I can't wait to see what talent comes from you two. A lot I'm sure." She gave them a warm smile.
Melanie noticed that George didn't join in with his brother on the joking. And that he was smiling at her in a strange way. Was there something wrong with her? Or was he planning to prank her? The twins were both unpredictable so she didn't really know what to expect from him. So Melanie tugged at her miniskirt and smiled back. She thought, 'They both sure are cute for a pair of twelve year olds...' And just as she thought, George suprised her. He had asked her the question that was normally asked when you saw someone before school was about to start.
"My summer was wonderful. Spent most of it with my mummy and daddy, and my kitten Jeff." At this thought she wished she had thought to bring Jeff with her, he would have liked Diagon Alley. "And of course, I spent a ton of time practicing quidditch. but other than that it was quite boring. How about you two? She was tempted to ask if they invented anything new, but she decided against it. If they were to ever use some new stuff on her, let it be a surprise.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
