Theo was surprised to feel her delicate fingers wrap around his hand... her touch was soft, the hands of a pureblood woman who hadn't worked a day of heavy labor in her life, and that's how he liked it. Women, to Theo, should have a soft touch... he held her grasp delicately but meaningfully in his own and he smiled as he watched her looking around.
It was odd, really, having Pansy Parkinson in the back of his shop. She was always decently polite in school, but ever since he could remember she 'belonged' to Draco Malfoy, and it was something that no one questioned. At her comment of interest he grinned, and he muttered softly, his voice smooth yet still surprisingly intrusive in the silence,
"Thats nothing. Look at this..." He smiled, and he was obviously excited... This was his passion after all. He reached above her head and glanced down to smile at her, before he pulled a large jar down to eye level.
"Now, it looks a little... unappealing, but you cant help but tell how INTERESTING it all is..." He placed the jar on a lower shelf and took his wand again, bringing it to shine past the glass... and the small body of what looked like some sort of mummified fairy rested on the bottom. The wings were in perfect state, and he grinned as he stared at it.
"It's a Transylvania wood sprite, one of the rarest creatures in the world, each wing could be used in the darkest of potions, they're so potent that just a fragment could be used to make the cruelest of potions, practically untraceable, completely tasteless and scentless.. it's literally the perfect weapon."
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It was odd, really, having Pansy Parkinson in the back of his shop. She was always decently polite in school, but ever since he could remember she 'belonged' to Draco Malfoy, and it was something that no one questioned. At her comment of interest he grinned, and he muttered softly, his voice smooth yet still surprisingly intrusive in the silence,
"Thats nothing. Look at this..." He smiled, and he was obviously excited... This was his passion after all. He reached above her head and glanced down to smile at her, before he pulled a large jar down to eye level.
"Now, it looks a little... unappealing, but you cant help but tell how INTERESTING it all is..." He placed the jar on a lower shelf and took his wand again, bringing it to shine past the glass... and the small body of what looked like some sort of mummified fairy rested on the bottom. The wings were in perfect state, and he grinned as he stared at it.
"It's a Transylvania wood sprite, one of the rarest creatures in the world, each wing could be used in the darkest of potions, they're so potent that just a fragment could be used to make the cruelest of potions, practically untraceable, completely tasteless and scentless.. it's literally the perfect weapon."