gid-prewxtt:
Knockturn Alley had always given him chills, much in the same way that he’d experienced wandering outside his flat without a jacket in early fall. It was the sort of spine-tingling shiver that not only coursed down the length of a person’s back, but made a person’s bones ache from the cold. Still, Aversio business sent a person down paths that strange paths and Gideon had never been one to turn down an opportunity to explore. Having been asked to locate some sort of flammable, undetectable powder that the group might be able to use, he had only a single destination in mind.
He entered the darkened shop confidently, as though he strode through the doors every day of his life. Immediately, he spotted a tall, dark-haired lad who, from his age, looked no older than a recent Hogwarts graduate. The blonde man, smile affixed firmly in place as always, strode up confidently and nudged the bloke’s arm gently. “Patron or employee? Either way, ‘ve got a few questions about a product.”
@thvnderstormrab
The shop was empty and blissfully quiet in the fading light--the little that made its way down Knockturn Alley, anyway--as Rabastan checked and double checked the magical seals on a few innocuous-looking clay pots he had brought in that afternoon. Only the occasional sound from the back room, obscured by its dark curtain, reminded Rabastan of Cassandra’s presence, shifting crates around in the back of the shop. So when he heard the door, he thought it must be Cyrus returning from his errand. That was until he felt a nudge at his elbow.
Straightening, he was somewhat surprised to take in the tall, sunny form of Gideon Prewett. Perhaps moreso because the last time he had seen Prewett he was lying bleeding out on the cold floor conjured up in his little sister’s nightmare than because he was standing in Borgin and Burkes of all places. It was a strange dichotomy, but it didn’t throw him off for more than a moment. In a blink, he registered what the man had said, and his familiar, lopsided grin fell into place. “Depends on the day,” he said with a wink, not untruthfully. Wiping dust off his hands, he held the right one out to shake. “Rab. What sort of product are you in the market for?”
