Starter for: Peter Pettigrew @ptpeter Where: Dervish and Banges When: Midday
Rabastan was self-sufficient and skilled at manipulating spells. But sometimes, puzzles eluded him - primarily on days when he lacked time and patience. Today was one such example. In his hand, he held an heirloom clock, which was charmed to show not only the time, but also the weather, the phase of the moon and the alignments of the planets. All were visible in the space where the pendulum swung, drifting across the glass like clouds on a breeze. Except for now, when they seemed frozen in a state of perpetual rainstorm. If he'd had more foresight, he might have considered it a sign. But he didn't, so he thought nothing of it and had spent a mere ten minutes trying to get the damned thing to resume its function before deciding he had better things to do and giving up.
Approaching the counter, he barely looked at the wizard behind it. He opened his mouth, placing the clock down. A millisecond from stating his purpose, he noticed who was there and faintly froze. Peter Pettigrew. He was not exactly an enemy in the violent sense of the word, but there was no love lost between them. Rabastan's grudges ran deep - even those from childish school days, which now seemed so long ago.
"Pettigrew," he greeted coldly, pressing a polite curve to his lips. He would make an effort to appear cordial. He wanted him to look at the clock. It would be inconvenient to take it elsewhere. "Do you fix the items in here, or should I speak to someone else?" With the palm of his hand, he slid the clock closer. "I don't have time to repair this myself. It's a very valuable family heirloom. Enchanted and cursed. I've removed the more deathly curses myself, so it won't harm you. Not too much, anyway."
