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Post by Theodore Broussard on Jul 17, 2012 17:04:32 GMT -5
Theo wandered through the aisles of Flourish and Blotts, scanning the shelves for anything out of place. He was fairly certain he'd been able to track down all of the books that the stupid group of kids had moved around the day before, but he wanted to be absolutely sure. So far, this day was shaping up to be much better than the previous one - the late shipments of books had come in, and there hadn't been any mischievous kids yet - but he was trying not to get his hopes up too high. He sighed heavily as he spotted one that he'd missed - a book about Divination mixed in with all of the Herbology textbooks. Rolling his eyes, he took it off the shelf and went to put it where it actually belonged. Just as he returned the book to its place, he heard the bell over the door clang softly to announce a new customer. He poked his head out from behind the shelf to see a young brunette woman scanning the shop, clearly looking for something. He stepped out into the aisle and made his way towards her. "Welcome to Flourish and Blotts," he said with a smile. "Can I help you find anything?"
OOC: Meh... It's kinda short, but it works. There ya go  |
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Post by Suzanne Stanley on Jul 20, 2012 15:37:56 GMT -5
Zanna was following up a lead. It was, admittedly, a largely pointless lead in that she didn't really think it would make a story, even if she was right, but she was satisfying her own curiosity as much as anything. Zanna Stanley knew everyone - or at least, everyone worth knowing. She prided herself on recognising every public figure she came across, and a lot of non-public ones, and knowing personal details about their lives. So when Miranda had started talking about this Marcel guy she knew, who did art, Zanna had demanded to know who he was. The only answers that had been forthcoming, though, weren't really satisfying. A guy had to have another identity than 'Marcel', especially in the Wizarding World. Surely he must have been to Hogwarts, had friends if not family in the Wizarding World. Surely her contacts couldn't fail her in this... Once Zanna had started to dig into something, she didn't like to give up without succeeding. And she had enough contacts, that someone had to know something. Having acquired a photograph of the guy, she had set about making subtle enquiries. And they had paid off, if she was right. Could Miranda's talented, dynamic artist really work in Flourish and Blotts? Well, it didn't seem so unlikely; Zanna knew all about double lives - she might be the editor of the new controversial paper that had taken the Wizarding World by storm, but by night she worked in a grubby little late-night cafe, serving greasy chips and kebabs to drunks. Flourish and Blotts was a lot more cushy than that. She glanced round, and a smile curved her lips. Yes, it was him, she was sure of it. He was kind of cute too, she thought idly, though that wasn't why she was here. And then he was talking to her. Without missing a beat, Zanna met his smile with one of her own. "Well, yes, I was hoping so actually," she said innocently, "I was wondering if you had any books with work in by a particular artist... Marcel, he calls himself..." She met his eyes, a look of bland interest on her face, wondering if he would react... (( OOC - It's fine, love! Also, Zanna's outfit, which I made for fun, lolol)) |
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Post by Theodore Broussard on Jul 22, 2012 21:58:53 GMT -5
Theo's smile faltered slightly as she spoke, but he regained it quickly - inside, though, he was panicking. His heart had leapt up into his throat at the mention of his middle name - the one he used as his only name in his art circles - and was pounding rather too quickly and hard for his tastes. Why would someone come into Flourish and Blotts looking for information on an artist, one that was fairly new, relatively unknown, and ran with Muggles? There had to be something else to this.
"I can't say I've heard of him," Theo responded after a moment that felt like several minutes but was really only a second or two. "We don't have many books about art, to be honest. I rather wish there were more," he admitted, realizing a fraction of a second later that if nothing else had been a dead giveaway, that would have. He sighed, glanced around furtively to make totally sure no one else was near, and decided to drop the act. After all, the mild sweat he'd broken into wasn't going to convince anyone.
"Okay, you aren't buying any of this, are you?" he asked quietly. "Who are you, and how did you find me here?" He was really curious, despite the shock he'd received.
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Post by Suzanne Stanley on Jul 24, 2012 13:45:20 GMT -5
Zanna simply watched, a slightly malicious grin on her face as she watched his composure shatter and listened to his somewhat pathetic attempt to pretend he didn't know what she was talking about. Her grin grew a bit more friendly as he gave up the attempt, and she laughed, suddenly all pleasantness and charm.
"Oh good, you've got brains. I like people with brains," she held out her hand, the finger nails painted a lurid shade of red that matched her belt, "Zanna Stanley," she introduced herself cheerfully, "What's your name? Your real name, I mean? And I find out everything," she winked at him, "You'd better get used to it." However, she fished out the small blurry photograph she had found, taken at some obscure Muggle art exhibition and published in a Muggle art magazine. It wasn't very good, but it was recogniseable. "I recognised you," she explained simply, "I'm good with faces."
Of course, it was only because of Miranda that she'd even gone looking, but there was no reason to give her friend any credit. It looked cleverer if she'd got interested in Marcel all by herself. "I'm glad I was right," she added, with a smirk, "I didn't know for sure until you gave it away just now..."
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Post by Theodore Broussard on Jul 27, 2012 12:09:42 GMT -5
Theo blinked, a little taken aback by her sudden change of mood. He supposed it was only to be expected, though - he knew about being able to flick a switch and turn on your charm all too well. He managed a smile as he shook her hand. "I'm Theodore Broussard - around here, people call me Theo. Marcel is my middle name," he explained.
He raised an eyebrow as she pulled out a picture - if he hadn't recognized the outfit he'd been wearing and the gallery he'd been at, he wouldn't even have known for sure it was him, that was how small and unclear the photo was. "You must be, to have picked me out from that tiny little thing," he said with a chuckle. "Quite impressive, really." He chose to ignore her jibe about him giving it away - he knew he'd been extremely obvious from the start, there was no reason to address it. If he was completely honest with himself, it felt... Good. To not be lying to someone.
"All right, so why are you here?" he asked curiously. "I can't imagine what a little-known at best amateur painter like me could possibly have that might interest you."
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