littlemissmckinnon:
Entering the store Marlene glanced around briefly, hearing the voice that carried from the back, with a nod of her head before realizing after a moment had passed that they clearly couldn’t have seen her nod. “Take your time.” She managed to answer back as she began walking the store glancing at the walls that were lined with things. Her instinct to reach out and touch something was swatted back by the little voice inside her hand reminding her that such things weren’t appropriate. Thus her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her jacket before turning to glance as the voice spoke once more, putting a face to the sound.
“Hello.” Marlene greeted as she stood a little taller moving back to where the front of the store was before looking around. “My father has a birthday coming up and I’ve got word he needs a new cauldron.” She answered quickly, knowing that he likely didn’t need the back story but feeling obligated to give it at any rate. “He’s not exactly brewing potions every night but he likes to when the moment calls for it so he’d need something sturdy that would hold up to the strain of time.”
When she’d got her bit out her eyes narrowed as she gave the bloke in front of her a proper look over. “We attended Hogwarts together, didn’t we?” She spoke asking the questioned despite knowing that she already knew the answer, unsure why it had taken her this long to recognize the face but at the same time understanding it all together. He wasn’t a pureblood which meant they didn’t often converse, but he wasn’t a muggleborn either elsewise she’d definitely remember the face. There’d been so few in their year after all.
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Peter watched as the girl greeted him, fighting the urge to shove his hands in his pockets and instead resting them on the counter top as he watched her. He was quiet, listening to her story and rather grateful that she kept her story short. It was nicer than half the people that came in who wanted to make small talk or tell him there entire life story, when Peter couldn’t have cared less about the person in front of him. He wasn’t there to make friends, after all, it was a job.
“Sensible,” He stated simply, listening and faintly nodding his head as she explained what the man would be using it for. His mind was already working to try and think of which cauldrons to offer her, wanting to at least be kind enough to offer a few choices, depending on what she might like. He’d started to move as if to go around the counter to get them, when she spoke again.
Pursing his lips together, he glanced down and then up at her again, before clearing his throat. “We did,” He confirmed then, nodding slightly. Not that he remembered too much of it besides classes, especially before seventh year, but that was completely besides the point. Instead, he moved to get the cauldrons. “So you said something sturdy? Do you know what specifically he might be interested in using? Some people are particular,” He said thoughtfully.