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Post by ALBERT MCLAGGEN on Jun 9, 2011 23:01:27 GMT
It had been a disaster from the word go, first they had to arrive by muggle transport because they were out of floopowder, and then they went and bought the robes before going into the apothecary. Everyone knew the smell inside the shop wouldn't rid from his robes for a month maybe more. He hadn't bothered to complain since during the next few years, he wouldn't be the one washing or wearing his robes. He had the knack for causing havoc, but smelly robes was something he couldn't stand.
He had stalked straight up to the counter, and had ordered a sixth year potion set, yes he would of ordered it individually, but isn't ordering it all seperate, expensive? He knew his family could handle it, but he needed his gringotts money safe, and able to use. whenever he needed it. It was only four galleons gone from his pocket and he was sure as hell not going to miss it. The sixth year student Albert McLaggen had the ability to spend money all at once, he was hardly the money saver.
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Post by ISABEL TAYLOR on Jul 16, 2011 16:31:09 GMT
Having - reluctantly - left her mother outside with her bag full of school robes, Isabel stepped through the door of the Apothecary and inhaled gingerly. Her nose instantly crinkled, offended by the horrid stench that lingered permanently in the small shop. Oh, how she loathed Potions. If it weren't for the fact that she wanted to do well and have a lot of career options when she finished school, Izzy would have dropped the class like a hot brick the moment she was able.
Weaving agilely toward the counter, she cleared her throat, making sure her voice would come out properly when she spoke to the man behind the counter. It seemed every time she tried to speak to strangers, her voice cracked and disappeared, making her feel even more self-conscious. Happy that her small "ahem" came out clear enough, she waited in line as the boy in front of her was served.
It was Albert McLaggen, a boy she knew from around school. They had never really had a proper conversation, or become friends or anything, but she knew his face and name, and had shared a few lessons with him, though she had no idea if he knew who she was. Izzy was often too quiet in lessons for people to notice her anyway. She took keeping to yourself to a whole new level, and though she excelled in all of her lessons, she never - as in ever - spoke up in lessons or class discussions. The thought horrified her.
Deciding to make the process that little bit faster, she pulled some coins out of her jeans pocket, counting out the right amount she would need for her Potions Kit and jingling it softly in her palm. She always had to have busy hands when she was on her own, as a rule. Either holding something, or twirling her hair. For some reason, it made her feel less of a sore thumb if she had something to concentrate on. So jingling coins it was.
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