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Despite their family having a fortune and a big manor in Godric's Hollow, Balthazar's parents had insisted that he find a job, preferably in Diagon Alley. They'd expected him to go to one of the magical shops, but he'd found the record store and saw that they were hiring. So he'd applied there, since he really liked music and had a record collection himself. Since internet was spotty in Godric's Hollow, he'd had to find easier ways to listen to music. Thus, records. Baz usually spent most of his time in his room, listening to music and playing his guitar. At least until his father had insisted on him getting a job. Dad had said, "it'll help you learn responsibilities and help you develop a trade." Being a squib sucked sometimes. Baz had ignored his father until both his parents had sat him down and basically told him he'd need to get a job or he'd get kicked out of the house on his eighteenth birthday. So the day his mother took his little sister to Diagon, he'd tagged along and found a job.

On this day in particular, Baz was dressed in his favorite coat, a Slipknot band tee, and some Tripp pants. He was browsing through the stock while he was supposed to be organizing the displays. The shop was quiet right now, so he wasn't worried about being distracted. He was listening for the door jingle, so that way he could saunter over to the counter. Huffing a sigh, he muttered under his breath, "Could be at home listening to my music right now." Sure, there was music playing in the shop and Lulu had some good taste in music, but it wasn't his music. Plus he didn't have his guitar to strum on, or his comfy chair, or his... well, his other stuff. The teen brushed his hair out of his face, then pulled out a record from a popular modern metal band. "Oh dang, I didn't know they were pressing vinyl. Gonna bring this up to the counter for later," he said to himself, walking up to the counter. After his shift, he'd have Lulu ring him out for this.

After securing his future purchase behind the counter, Baz was about to head back out to browse the selections in the store when the door opened. Without looking up, he let out a little sigh and prepared to welcome the customer, when suddenly she was in front of him. He looked up, prepared to welcome her, but his breath seemed to catch in his throat. She was wearing a lot of pink (for him, any pink was a lot), but her outfit was giving off a grunge princess kind of feel. The way her curls seemed to frame her face and this aura of energy radiating off her just seemed to frazzle Baz's brain. "Uh, welcome to Baz, my name's Lyrical Loft... Um, I mean, welcome to Lyrical Loft, I'm Baz," he sputtered out, flushing a little red when his words got minced. She had asked for two albums and wanting to make a mixtape of them. Looking down at her list, since looking up at her was just making his cheeks hotter, he said, "Oh hey, these are some great bands."

Looking over at the shelves and tables with record cases, he confirmed, "Yeah I think I saw these earlier. Punk from the early two thousands, good era of music. Here, come with me." Stepping out from behind the counter, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and led the way from the counter over to the section with the punk music. "So, uh, do you come here often? I just started working here like... last week." He glanced over at her, another little flush crossing his cheeks. It wasn't very often that when he talked to a girl, she was almost his height, so that was pretty cool. Most girls were way shorter than him at a whopping 183cm, or 6'4" American. His hands fidgeted in his pockets, the teen wishing he'd brought something to keep his nervous hands occupied.

Well, she didn't laugh at his obvious slip up at introducing himself, so that was a pretty good start. The teen was clearly flustered, but that didn't mean he couldn't still play it cool. She introduced herself as Rosa and he smiled. Yeah, he could definitely see that name fitting her. She also didn't question his name, which was cool. He hated having to use his full name. Plus, people always looked at him weird when he had to introduce himself as Balthazar. That's the name you'd expect a grey beard in black robes to wear. Well, he had the black clothes down at least... But still, it wasn't a name you'd expect a seventeen year old to have. Oh dang, what if she was like, much older than him and he was flirting with her... Thankfully what she said next cleared that up. So she was still in school, which meant she was probably his age, or at least a year or two younger. He never really based his judgement of age on height, because he was over six feet tall by the time he was fourteen and his little sister was already pretty tall too. Maybe's he'd just come out and ask?

He chuckled a little when she said she came here for music, then added, "Yeah, this is definitely my new music store. The old place I went to was a long trip on my bike from home. So, school, huh? Hogwarts?" he asked, throwing her another side glance. He started to thumb through one of the big boxes with vinyls in it before he pulled out the first one from her list. Hogwarts was his first guess, but she could very easily go to Beauxbatons; she definitely had the grace to be one of those girls. The teen threw her another furtive glance, wondering once again about her age. It would be extra cool if she was the same age as him, or at least close to his age. She was really cute and he wanted to talk to her more. Especially if she was into the same kinds of music as him. He wasn't just into metal, even though that made up a majority of what he listened to nowadays.

He wasn't sure who smiled first, but it seemed to be infectious because she smiled wider and that made him smile wider. It was like a yawn, but way less annoying. In fact, her smile was quite adorable and he liked seeing her smile. God, Baz, you just met this girl. Although she did confirm that she was close to his age. Sixth year meant either sixteen or seventeen, so right up his alley. And then she asked the question that he always dreaded having to answer, the one about where he went to school. Living in Godric's Hollow, a mostly magical community, he'd had to deal with it a lot when his Hogwarts letter never arrived. Nervously he scratched the back of his head, then he shrugged. Best to just say it outright, he guessed. "Oh, I, uh... don't. Was supposed to go to Hogwarts, but, uh, my magic never came in. So my mum taught me some Muggle things and yeah. Though my parents both said, 'Baz, you're seventeen now, you need to get a job.' Like, why? We have a lot of money, but ugh..." He was venting a little of that welling frustration in his chest.

Rosa, however, seemed to be focused on a different album. He glanced over at it. Punk, still a good choice. He grinned a little and said, "Oh yeah, that's their new album. It's a come back album. Kind of a different sound from their old stuff, since they replaced the guitarist, but it's still pretty kick a**. I can put it on if you want to sample before you buy." Blueish-grey eyes glanced over at her, curiosity welling behind them. He was curious about a lot of things about her, one of which was her music tastes. She seemed to, at least, be into punk music, and perhaps grunge based on her outfit. It was pretty clear he liked metal, but he was also down for punk and grunge. In fact, there was a grunge resurgence going on right now, which was pretty cool and they were producing a lot of good music. Baz finally found the second album she'd been looking for and pulled it out too. "Here's the other one you circled," he said, offering her the album.

Her first reaction when he said that he was a Squib and thusly didn't attend Hogwarts was the same that most magical folk always responded with. The next response was often times sympathy or apologies for asking and he prepared his usual response for those. But instead, she reacted in a totally different manor. Instead of 'oh, I'm sorry' or 'you poor thing', she said he was lucky? But that he could carry games wherever he wanted and not having to worry about them breaking. He first reaction was to simply say, "Buh, wha?" Shell shocked, you might say. Well, obviously she didn't know that magic didn't really work that well in Godric's Hollow... Before he could say more though, she apologized if that sounded rude or anything like that. Baz smirked and waved her apology away with his black painted nails. As he took the album that she wanted to listen to over towards the player, he said, "You know, that is a first though. Usually people give me this 'oh, you poor baby' look or they apologize for my 'condition'" he said, using air quotes around condition.

Taking the current record off the player and slipping it into its jacket, he took out the new album to play, then set the needle at the top. "It's bullshit. People usually act like I'm some invalid when I queue them in that I'm a squib. So I think it's cool your first thought was about video games." He pulled his mobile out of his pocket and tapped it. Then, without really thinking, he slid it across the counter to her and said, "You should give me your number, that way we can chat more." His heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. Like, that was very forward of him, but he was a pretty good judge of character and this ought to work with her... right? God, he hoped so. While she had his phone, he took the two albums over to the recorder so that he could make up a mix tape for her. "And don't really worry about it. This is kinda all I've got going today, unless Lulu comes in to give me more work." Baz grinned at her as he started prepping for the mixing.