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hogwash2010-08-23 11:10 pm
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Who: Graham and Pansy
What: Run-in whilst shopping
Where: Twilfit & Tattings, Diagon Alley
When: Monday, late afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
As soon as he passed by Flourish and Blotts, the piercing yell of a pre-pubescent young wizard triggered a domino effect. "Look! It's Montague! It's Montague of the Falcons!" Graham whirled around toward the source and grimaced as he watched a dozen children stampede toward him. Bracing himself for the rush, he forced his unpleasant expression into a smile as one of the youngest reached him first, slamming into his leg and nearly knocking his aviators askew. Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have come here during the day, he thought to himself, damning his coach and manager for both scheduling a night practice so he had to run errands during the day, and for including that Fan Pleasantry Clause in his contract.
He did appreciate the admirers, but most days he just wanted to get his shopping done without being held up. Quills, parchment, and even Quaffles were waving in front of his face. "All right, all right. One at a time..." He grabbed the nearest quill and began signing everything in sight, answering questions as he heard them. "Yes I've signed a contract extension. Of course we're going to win the cup. No, I don't think the Harpies'll make it-- I predict we'll be matching up against Puddlemere." As he was told, he tried to focus on the younger children, posing for photographs with them. Brilliant for publicity, so they say. Finally, Graham waved them off with an apology, heading to the nearest shop to catch his breath.
The noise level reduced immediately when the door shut behind him, and he adjusted his collared shirt before looking around. A clothing shop. Ah, this must be Twilfit & Tattings; his mum shops here. Graham glanced through the shop window and noticed four or five kids pressing their faces up against the glass, watching him. He sighed heavily and moved deeper into the shop, perusing the clothing. Might as well wait for the crowd to thin out.
What: Run-in whilst shopping
Where: Twilfit & Tattings, Diagon Alley
When: Monday, late afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
As soon as he passed by Flourish and Blotts, the piercing yell of a pre-pubescent young wizard triggered a domino effect. "Look! It's Montague! It's Montague of the Falcons!" Graham whirled around toward the source and grimaced as he watched a dozen children stampede toward him. Bracing himself for the rush, he forced his unpleasant expression into a smile as one of the youngest reached him first, slamming into his leg and nearly knocking his aviators askew. Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have come here during the day, he thought to himself, damning his coach and manager for both scheduling a night practice so he had to run errands during the day, and for including that Fan Pleasantry Clause in his contract.
He did appreciate the admirers, but most days he just wanted to get his shopping done without being held up. Quills, parchment, and even Quaffles were waving in front of his face. "All right, all right. One at a time..." He grabbed the nearest quill and began signing everything in sight, answering questions as he heard them. "Yes I've signed a contract extension. Of course we're going to win the cup. No, I don't think the Harpies'll make it-- I predict we'll be matching up against Puddlemere." As he was told, he tried to focus on the younger children, posing for photographs with them. Brilliant for publicity, so they say. Finally, Graham waved them off with an apology, heading to the nearest shop to catch his breath.
The noise level reduced immediately when the door shut behind him, and he adjusted his collared shirt before looking around. A clothing shop. Ah, this must be Twilfit & Tattings; his mum shops here. Graham glanced through the shop window and noticed four or five kids pressing their faces up against the glass, watching him. He sighed heavily and moved deeper into the shop, perusing the clothing. Might as well wait for the crowd to thin out.
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A pause; a held breath, as he leaned over the counter toward her. She didn't like people who stepped inside her personal space, especially not men with the cocky smiles only professional Quidditch players possessed. "I'd be careful, Monty-old-boy. I wouldn't talk such big talk, if I were you. These times certainly are changing, and here's the evidence: boys who only feel like men when they have a piece of wood wedged between their arse cheeks."
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His attention snapped back to Pansy, and he straightened up a bit before leaning even closer to her, lowering his deep voice to a barely audible whisper. "The other side of the galleon, Parks, is that nowadays, women only feel like women when they've got a piece of wood wedged up their--"
"MISS PARKINSON!" One of her shrilly-toned subordinates cut him off from across the store. "ALL CLEANED UP. DO YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE?"
Graham backed off from the counter and hoisted his new purchases over his shoulder. "Ah, closing time, is it? Very well then. It's been delightful... acquainting with you." With another charming grin, he gave his head a little bow.
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Turning back to him, she pursed her lips, an approximation of a smile that wouldn't have seemed at odds with an accompanying growl. "Take care, Monty. I will certainly see you around...unless I don't, of course."