rodalestrange:
Closing time. Time for you to go out and go into the world. At least, Rodolphusā shop closed early on Saturdays. During the week he ran late hours. He went into the shop around 2 PM, shop opened around 4, he would be out by 1 or 2. Most of his clients werenāt morning people, and neither was Rodolphus, really. These were for different reasons, but Rodās was because he enjoyed sleep and it was none of his business why his clients preferred to visit in the dark instead of when everyone could see.Ā
He closed the shop down, and began winding his way through the narrow allies until he finally found himself on to the main strip of Diagon Alley. With his hands in his pockets he avoided eye contact with everyone, not that anyone was trying to make eye contact with him. Somewhere in the last few years, people had become afraid of him. He had become notorious for something he couldnāt put his finger on.Ā
Finally, after minutes of walking with his head up but not looking at anything, he reached the shop. His former place of work, his brotherās current place of work. He walked into the shop and prayed they didnāt have Rabastan cleaning char out of the bottom of cauldrons.Ā āRab. Rabby, Rab, Rab.ā The man who greeted him was not his brother, but the elderly owner. No small talk was made. He waited, leaning against one of the counters. When he finally saw his brotherās dark head of hair in the back of the shop, he tried again, pushing past the counter and letting himself into the back.Ā āDo you get paid here? Iām always hiring top notch potioneers. But Iād make an exception for a mediocre one like yourself.ā
@rablstrange
today was a quite awfully boring day at work for rabastan. there was a lengthy list of plenty of other things he couldāve been doing. but alas, here he was ā restocking shelves and doing inventory. heād spent the morning going back and forth between the front and back of the shop to fill up the shelves with more potions that theyād been lacking on display. while he couldāve been finished earlier than he had by using his wand, the owner had insisted he do it by his own hand. rabastan was convinced the old hag hated him for a reason unknown to him.Ā
now he was here, scribbing down the shopās inventory by hand as well. another situation which couldāve easily been done faster had he been allowed to use his magic. he leaned over the desk with the top half of his body ā since he wasnāt allowed to sit because the owner wouldnāt let him ā and his head propped up on his left hand while he wrote with his right. he didnāt bother to look presentable. why should he? he was in the back after all.Ā
the sudden sound of a voice made rab turn his head to view the person who had disturbed the silence. it was his brother, rodolphus.Ā what was he doing back here? no, what was he doing here in this building period? to cause him trouble, rabastan had no doubt. his brows furrowed at rodās offer of employment.Ā āexcuse me, but did you say youāre always hiring? whatā are you charming teddy bears to move about the shop for you to talk to? i wouldnāt put the idea past you.ā he shook his head with a smirk on his face. he stood up properly and tossed his quill on the desk.Ā āwhat do you want? you know, besides most likely get me fired from this place.āĀ
