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Post by declan on Nov 2, 2008 19:38:48 GMT -5
A large wizarding bookshop filled with shelves stacked to the ceiling, Flourish & Blotts is the primary - and perhaps only supplier of textbooks for Hogwarts, though of course that's far from all they sell. The shop stocks both magical and muggle books. They also buy second hand books if they're in good condition.
Come in and browse the vast array of books on offer. If you need any assistance in finding what you're looking for, please feel free to ask the shop owner Declan for help.
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Post by krysta on Nov 5, 2008 9:22:47 GMT -5
"Hello?" called Ginny as she pushed the door open. The bell rang above her head and she stepped inside. It was awfully quiet, but then it often was at this time of year. She walked over to the counter and peered over it. There was no one to be seen. "Anyone there?" she called again.
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Post by declan on Nov 5, 2008 18:52:57 GMT -5
"Hello?" called Ginny as she pushed the door open. The bell rang above her head and she stepped inside. It was awfully quiet, but then it often was at this time of year. She walked over to the counter and peered over it. There was no one to be seen. "Anyone there?" she called again. “Ah Bejasus is a paddy not allowed a break raun 'ere?” Declan muttered to himself as he appeared from out the back of the shop clutching a large glass of red wine in his hand and a cigarette lodged between his lips. He glared at the woman. “Dare is naw nade ter shout, miss. Oi'm roi 'ere.” He told her as he sat down behind his desk. “Nigh den.. who are ye, an' waaat der yer want?" |
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Post by krysta on Nov 7, 2008 10:16:10 GMT -5
Ginny jumped and then instantly found herself trying to hold back a laugh as the shopkeeper appeared from the back. He was clearly rather drunk...and rather Irish.
"Er, hi. Sorry, did I wake you?" she asked, barely keeping her giggles at bay. "I just brought some second hand books in for you. My lot are done with them. They're in fairly good condition. Except for where my eldest managed to bind volume 1 and 2 of the Charms Texts books together." she said, rasing an eyebrow as she pulled James's old books out of her basket. She shrugged. "You could always tell people it's a special edition I suppose." she suggested with a grin.
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Post by Hermione Weasley on Nov 11, 2008 7:48:09 GMT -5
Hermione walked into the bookshop, and smiled reminiscently. The shop seemed to be a litle dirtier than it used to be, but it was still the same shop. Her smile widened when she saw Ginny at the counter. However, her nose turned up as she looked at the man behind the counter. He had a sickly look about him, and the glass of wine, and the cigarette didn't help his cause. She shook her head. She wasn't at work. She had to stop working sometime! She walked up beside Ginny and waited for her to finish talking to the man before saying, "Hey Ginny!"
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Post by Storm Vedis on Nov 11, 2008 12:18:22 GMT -5
Storm made her way down the stairs, avoiding the books that were stacked on the side of every step. She had found the book she was looking for, a muggle book called 'A Modern Herbal' (even though it must be about a hundred years old by now!). Her own copy had been badly damaged when a boiling cauldron shattered in her dispensary, sending a viscous, dark green potion surging everywhere. She'd been pretty sure that she'd find a second-hand copy in Flourish and Blotts.
As she approached the counter to pay, she saw the two women already waiting there. Mrs Potter she knew by sight alone, but she remembered Hermione from her own days of training as a healer. Of course, her choice of specialty had meant that once her training was finished, she'd moved on to the maternity hospital over on Matern Alley, but she was still on nodding terms with St Mungo's Head Healer. She greeted Hermione and her sister-in-law, before glancing at Declan. He looked - as usual - a little grimy and a lot hungover. Storm hid her smile at the expression on Hermione's face as she took in the wine and cigarette, and stood a little to one side, to await her turn to be served.
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Post by declan on Nov 11, 2008 13:09:01 GMT -5
Bloody people. Everywhere! This was quite possibly the busiest his shop had been at any one given time. Why couldn't they just leave him alone, eh? To his wine and his book and his peace and quiet.
He sat down behind his desk and puffed at his cigarette as listened to the first woman. He took the books from her and had a quick look through. “Dis last wan yer say wus charmed together?” He examined it closely. “Dis is shoddy goods. I'll 'av ter gie yer 'alf waaat oi normally wud for de buk. I'll gie yer one galleon for de lot.” he offered.
He looked towards his next customer as the first woman contemplated his offer. “Is dare somethin' de matter?” He asked her as she shook her head. Apparently she was looking down on him. “If yer don't loike somethin', oi'm sure thar's other bookshops yer cud go ter yer know.” He took a sip of his wine. “If you're stayin', waaat is it dat yer wanted?” He asked her a little impatiently, not liking her snobbish attitude one little bit.
His eyes then landed on Storm. This woman was never out of his bookshop it seemed. Yes, Declan did hold some kind of animal magnetism the ladies just couldn't resist, but still. He hadn't even seen her sneak past him to browse the second hand section. Perhaps he had still been passed out in the back... “'Owaya Storm.” He nodded at his own personal stalker. “That's an auld buk.” He commented. It had been on the shelf upstairs for as long as Declan could remember. “That'll be turteen sickles please, luv... unless dare wus anythin' else yer be wantin'?” He asked her.
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Post by Storm Vedis on Nov 11, 2008 13:54:54 GMT -5
His eyes then landed on Storm. This woman was never out of his bookshop it seemed. Yes, Declan did hold some kind of animal magnetism the ladies just couldn't resist, but still. He hadn't even seen her sneak past him to browse the second hand section. Perhaps he had still been passed out in the back... “'Owaya Storm.” He nodded at his own personal stalker. “That's an auld buk.” He commented. It had been on the shelf upstairs for as long as Declan could remember. “That'll be turteen sickles please, luv... unless dare wus anythin' else yer be wantin'?” He asked her. "Fine, thanks." With an effort, Storm kept a straight face. The other two women seemed put-off by Declan's appearance and manner, but Storm considered that this was actually a good day for him! However, she knew he didn't like being laughed at, so she controlled herself, despite the slightly hunted look he gave her. Declan seemed to be under the impression that she patronized his bookstore as an excuse for seeing him - despite the fact that she was in a business that frequently required reference to old and obscure books, and his bookstore was just a few shops down from her own. She handed over the coins, and shook her head. "No, nothing else - for now." She couldn't resist adding, "But I may be in later... just to browse... you know..." She grinned, letting it sink in, then said, "But you look like you could use something from me..." She raised an eyebrow suggestively, pausing just long enough, before pulling a small glass vial from her pocket. "Want some Hangover cure?" she enquired. |
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