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Post by Selena Lupin on Aug 29, 2009 17:44:54 GMT -5
Managing to slip into what had to be one of the most expensive shops in the alley while the rest of his family was off gathering the rest of his and his twin's needed school supplies, Shawn nearly groaned at the sight of the crowd inside. He should have expected no less, but Quality Quidditch Supplies was always crowded out almost to capacity. That afternoon was no different, but he had to admit that navigating around racks for quaffles, broom cleaning kits and various types of robes for serious gameplay was better than navigating the streets of Diagon Alley under the threat of rain.
The street outside was still darkened by an overcast sky, though he didn't even flinch when a clap of thunder snapped not too far off. He was too focused on the display cases for the brooms - especially the best quality racing brooms always on display. Managing to make his way around other enthusiastic kids and teenagers - most probably Hogwarts students on similar shopping trips like the one his family was making - he managed to get close enough to study the most oft-scrutinized display broom, that of the Nimbus 2000.
While he had little practical experience with Quidditch outside of games with his 'cousins', he knew enough to know what a quality model he was standing in front of. That, and he knew should he ever wish to be able to be the best player he could be, he would have to find a way to save up money and buy the Nimbus himself. This was a dream he allowed himself to think over, being able to buy the broom - which he hoped to use in making his house team that school year. So Shawn stood there in spite of everyone else around - though many of them would share his expression - a look of what could only be called longing on his face.
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Post by Marcel Killian Landry on Aug 29, 2009 21:40:36 GMT -5
"It's not worth the money." A quiet voice next to Shawn said. "Trust me."
The voice belonged to a tall, skinny boy with dark messy hair and bright violet eyes. He would certainly be the type to catch the eye of the ladies in the room, if not for the aura of being in the wrong skin that seemed to emanate from him. "You a Quidditch fan?" Marcel asked, staring at the other boy for a long moment. He looked familiar, and Marcel was sure he went to Hogwarts (he certainly wasn't one of his parents' friends' kids,) but he couldn't possibly be in Slytherin. The question is, where did he fit in? "Marcel Landry, by the way."
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Post by Selena Lupin on Aug 29, 2009 21:46:41 GMT -5
Snapped out of a few particularly far-fetched thoughts - daydreams if Shawn would really admit it to himself, but they were something no one needed to know about - he glanced at the other boy with a slight frown. "Why isn't it worth it?" The puzzled tone in his voice couldn't be missed, and it had barely faded when he answered the question after a sigh, "Yeah, too much of one. Mum swears it's in my blood."
Remembering his manners belatedly, he looked away from the Nimbus 2000 - which he kept looking back to, to boot. "Shawn Lupin." He had a good idea he remembered Marcel's name being mentioned somewhere, but he couldn't really place it at that moment.
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Post by Marcel Killian Landry on Aug 29, 2009 22:01:41 GMT -5
Marcel looked back at the broom as well, but without the longing Shawn looked at it with. "They're testing a new broom now- trying to get it ready before the '94 cup, at least that's the plan- that wipes this one out of the water. Makes it look completely irrelevant. A friend of mine's father works for one of the broommakers, and he let us test it out for them. Completely outstrips this one. You'd be better waiting on it." Marcel shrugged. If the kid wanted to buy it, well, it was his problem now that he was better informed.
"So I take it your parents are big Quidditch fans, then? Mine aren't." Marcel suppressed a sigh- his parents didn't like anything normal. It was no wonder they hated him.
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Post by Selena Lupin on Aug 29, 2009 22:07:13 GMT -5
"Oh, I see." Now a bit crestfallen, Shawn was content to step away from the display - encouraged by the fact that there were others wanting to ogle the broom now, others that hadn't heard that it would end up obsolete. Of course, that was just the way of things. Always had been, always would be.
"My mum used to be a really big fan and she used to play in her school days. Dad's okay with it, but it's not really his thing any more." He bit back the initial comment he wanted to make after that for favor of something a little more polite. "You're a fan, but they aren't? I guess that's a little..strange. Like they can't understand it."
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Post by Marcel Killian Landry on Aug 31, 2009 13:48:22 GMT -5
"'Used to'?" Marcel repeated, blinking at the other boy. "I wasn't aware a quidditch fan could die off.. at least, not if you've met the few I have." Granted, the ones he had met were all professional Quidditch players, but that was neither here nor there.
"More like they just don't care. Quidditch is too... mundane for their tastes." Mundane was certainly a politer term for what Marcel's family was like. More like his mother loved her wine and plotting horrible, painful deaths (even his father's,) and his father spent a lot of his time raving about the Dark Lord and his hatred of Dumbledore, all the while bringing home what seemed like a different woman every other night. Usually a married one. Marcel's life could certainly be seen as boring in comparison. "You go to Hogwarts, don't you? I feel like I've seen you around."
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Post by Selena Lupin on Aug 31, 2009 14:05:31 GMT -5
"It didn't really die off, she's just..busy all the time." The explanation was a bit lame, as Shawn didn't really understand it himself. Of course, Quidditch was never much of a conversation piece with his family. Not many things were.
"Mundane, right." Choosing not to make any comments or pursue that subject - probably wisely - Shawn shook his head. "Yeah, I go to Hogwarts. Going into my second year this time. Hufflepuff." He added the house as an afterthought, knowing for a fact that Marcel wasn't in the same house. That he was sure of, he just couldn't place the older boy.
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Post by Marcel Killian Landry on Sept 4, 2009 21:37:39 GMT -5
"Ah." Was the best that Marcel could come with, because he didn't fully understand what it was like having parents that actually had functioning jobs. Such was the life of the rich and insane. "That's... too bad."
Marcel managed to keep from rolling his eyes when the other boy said Hufflepuff. Of course that was where Marcel had seen him before. How unfortunate- he actually seemed smarter than the usual rejects that were sorted into that house because they didn't belong anywhere else. Oddballs, all of them. "Though so. Slytherin. Fourth year."
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Post by Selena Lupin on Sept 4, 2009 21:48:05 GMT -5
Making effort not to react to the knowledge of actually talking to a Slytherin - and a rich one, a double misunderstanding in the making - Shawn looked back to the various broom displays as if sizing each of them up again. "Thanks for the advice about the Nimbus, but..I should probably be going. My parents are probably looking for me by now." He didn't see it as a lie, since his parents actually had been keeping closer tabs on the twins of late - with good reason. It was best to get out of the situation before it got any more awkward than it already was. Serpents and badgers just did not mix well.
"Plus, if I hear one more person begging to hear the price of a broom, I might just gag." The reflex had already come over him several times, especially when he wouldn't have that kind of money to throw around any time soon. Galleons went the farthest..he was lucky to see sickles at times.
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Post by Marcel Killian Landry on Sept 7, 2009 21:07:19 GMT -5
Marcel snorted at the boy's flip comment, though he couldn't agree with him more. Most of the people in here couldn't afford the brooms they particularly wanted, and Marcel didn't see much point in asking for the price of something you knew you couldn't afford. Still, to each their own, he supposed.
"Very well. It was nice meeting you." He said, only being partially truthful. It was a shame the boy wasn't a Slytherin. "I suppose I'll be seeing you at school, then."
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Post by Selena Lupin on Sept 7, 2009 21:16:19 GMT -5
"Nice meeting you too." With enough good sense to retain his manners, Shawn answered the comments before even thinking of walking away. "Yeah, see you there." No, he wasn't being exactly verbose, but he thought it sufficed. Giving a bit of a dry smile and a shake of his head, he wound his way back around all the other gathered Quidditch fanatics and made it back out onto the street, then began the search for his family. Luckily for him, it didn't take him long to find his sister.
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