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Jingle-jangle.

It could have been any customer, but instead it was Remus - head almost touching the doorframe, a magnificently gangly thing, all legs and tweed and freckles and politeness. He stooped a little as if in sympathy, and gave a small motion with his hand that could have been doffing a non-existent hat out of courtesy.

"Hello Rebecca," he said pleasantly, "you don't happen to have a spare wizard in the back, do you? Young bloke, sort of pretty, about so high-" he indicated Izzy's height with his hand, "black hair, black nails, earrings, hoodies...young people these days." That was the last comment, tailing off a little as Remus shook his head. Punk had never been that pretty, and glam had never been that black: he certainly didn't understand it. And it was certainly an incongruous comment, considering Remus' own apparent age.

"He seems to be tracking magical people and items, so I thought he might have stumbled across your cheery little shop." Dropping some of the academic, bumbling affectation, Remus gazed directly into Rebecca's eyes, and spoke firmly, but quietly, keeping himself on his side of the counter so he hopefully didn't come across as bullying. "He appears to be untrained and doesn't know what he's doing. I'd like to make sure no one gets hurt."

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