Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jun 4, 2011 10:37:06 GMT
Seven Galleons for a set of robes that he wouldn't need in around ten months' time? It was lucky Johnny's parents had a bit of money to spare, as the conversion of wizard money into British pounds was ridiculous. Five pounds to a Galleon? Ha! What an absolute cheek. Johnny tried not to get himself too worked up as he strode through the doors of Madam Malkin's. He had done this every year since he was eleven, hadn't he. There was no point getting a bee in his bonnet now, since he was in his final year.
A pleasant looking woman stood behind the counter, a small queue of people waiting to be served. Well, Johnny felt quite smart today, compared to the handful of witches and wizards standing at the back of the shop getting measured for new robes. He had already given all of his measurements in by owl a few weeks ago, so all he had to do today was pick his new robes up, and get out of there. Standing at the back of the line, he whistled a soft tune to himself, juggling a small black velvet pouch of money in his hands. It jingled loudly with every movement, but Johnny didn't seem to notice. Or care. He was too busy staring at a nearby first year girl, who was being harassed by a measuring tape and looking far too excited about it. He smirked in her direction, giving her a cheeky wink when she caught his gaze.
He remembered all too well his first trip to Diagon Alley, and how wondrous everything had seemed. The thing about Johnny was, he adjusted quickly to most things in life, and so the novelty had worn off a considerable amount. Switching his gaze from the young girl to the racks full of dress robes in front of the window, he continued his tune, changing rhythm half way through to a jauntier melody as the queue shortened until he was next in line to be served. As soon as the tall, middle-aged man stepped out from in front of him to leave, Johnny swept up to the counter with a charming grin.
"I pre-ordered a set of school robes," he informed the woman, confidently. "They should be under the name Townsend." He gave her a reassured nod and watched as she gaped at him for a moment. Surely she had come across confident teenagers before? His adult attitude couldn't have been that much of an unusual occurrence.
Gathering her wits, the woman held a finger up to him, "one sec, I'll just have a look in the back." She whisked away behind a curtain, and Johnny could hear her rummaging about, boxes thumping on to the floor and plastic wrapping rustling loudly. After a minute, she poked her head back out. "Is it Jonathan?" she asked, reading the name on the package in her hand once more.
"That's the one," he confirmed, counting out the seven Galleons in his hand as she came back to the counter and stuffed the robes in a brown paper bag. "Seven Galleons, yes?" he handed her the money before she was even really ready to take it, and took his bag off the counter top, giving her one more smile. "Thank you very much." With a small bow of his head, he turned and swept back out of the shop before anyone could stop him, giving the first year girl a friendly wave as he passed.
A pleasant looking woman stood behind the counter, a small queue of people waiting to be served. Well, Johnny felt quite smart today, compared to the handful of witches and wizards standing at the back of the shop getting measured for new robes. He had already given all of his measurements in by owl a few weeks ago, so all he had to do today was pick his new robes up, and get out of there. Standing at the back of the line, he whistled a soft tune to himself, juggling a small black velvet pouch of money in his hands. It jingled loudly with every movement, but Johnny didn't seem to notice. Or care. He was too busy staring at a nearby first year girl, who was being harassed by a measuring tape and looking far too excited about it. He smirked in her direction, giving her a cheeky wink when she caught his gaze.
He remembered all too well his first trip to Diagon Alley, and how wondrous everything had seemed. The thing about Johnny was, he adjusted quickly to most things in life, and so the novelty had worn off a considerable amount. Switching his gaze from the young girl to the racks full of dress robes in front of the window, he continued his tune, changing rhythm half way through to a jauntier melody as the queue shortened until he was next in line to be served. As soon as the tall, middle-aged man stepped out from in front of him to leave, Johnny swept up to the counter with a charming grin.
"I pre-ordered a set of school robes," he informed the woman, confidently. "They should be under the name Townsend." He gave her a reassured nod and watched as she gaped at him for a moment. Surely she had come across confident teenagers before? His adult attitude couldn't have been that much of an unusual occurrence.
Gathering her wits, the woman held a finger up to him, "one sec, I'll just have a look in the back." She whisked away behind a curtain, and Johnny could hear her rummaging about, boxes thumping on to the floor and plastic wrapping rustling loudly. After a minute, she poked her head back out. "Is it Jonathan?" she asked, reading the name on the package in her hand once more.
"That's the one," he confirmed, counting out the seven Galleons in his hand as she came back to the counter and stuffed the robes in a brown paper bag. "Seven Galleons, yes?" he handed her the money before she was even really ready to take it, and took his bag off the counter top, giving her one more smile. "Thank you very much." With a small bow of his head, he turned and swept back out of the shop before anyone could stop him, giving the first year girl a friendly wave as he passed.
