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Post by Echo Ashaelyr on Sept 9, 2011 1:19:50 GMT -5
A myriad of eyes blinked, feathers of all shades rustled and claws shifted. The sounds of hoots, churrs, squeaks and various other animal noises filled the air. It was a strange sort of symphony, and Echo didn't quite know what to make of it. Having been a bit of a nomad since moving from Hogwarts, she hadn't had the time for a pet, usually borrowing an owl from somewhere to send mail.
"Well you're pretty," Echo said, looking into the brilliant yellow eyes of a snowy owl, its bright white feathers standing out amidst its earth-toned brethren. "I'll confess something," she murmured to the owl. "Not sure I'll be a good pet owner, since I've never had one before. A pet, not a pet owner, I mean. But a friend recommended I try getting one."
The tall woman was wearing an outfit for a day of shopping: dark jeans over boots, black sweater and her usual black gloves on the right hand and arm. She was also wearing a dark grey cloak and usually kept it draped over the glove to avoid drawing attention to it.
"But I like your eyes. We match, sort of." Realizing she was talking to the owl and completely focused on it, Echo straightened and looked at the little information card hanging from its cage, trying to look a bit more like a normal person who didn't like talking to animals more than people.
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Post by Ryan Harkness on Sept 9, 2011 21:25:22 GMT -5
"Hmm?"
"I said, make sure the write-up include nifflers in our varieties of pets."
"Nifflers? You want to advertise that you have nifflers?"
"Yes. What's wrong with that?"
Ryan Harkness arched a brow, looking pointedly down at his paper to avoid the shopkeeper's glare. "...Nothing." He scribbled nifflers on his pad of parchment with his quill, underlining it before flipping the pad closed. "The write-up should be in the Prophet within the next three days, barring any major editing." Ryan smiled at the shopkeeper, but it seemed he was still holding a grudge about the niffler comment.
Ryan said his goodbyes, loosening his tie as he turned to go. On his way out, his shoulder grazed a witch near the door, pushing her shoulder. It startled the bird and it shrieked, jumping up and flying out the open door.
"Oh." Ryan's brown eyes widened as the bird's body shrank on the horizon, meeting the woman's mismatched eyes in apology. "Sorry!"
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Post by Echo Ashaelyr on Sept 11, 2011 1:29:57 GMT -5
Echo smiled and shook her head. "It's fine, I think I prefer the idea of that one being free. Although," she jerked her head in the shopkeeper's direction. "I think he doesn't. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
The woman walked over to the irate man and flicked some galleons into his hands. This seemed to settle his frustrations and he nodded at her. Echo returned to the open cage and held out her right gloved hand.
"I'm Echo, by the way. You look vaguely familiar, I have to say. Maybe I know someone related to you?"
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