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Post by Sam on Aug 21, 2006 14:31:06 GMT -5
Sarah wandered down teh streets of Catsnip. She hadn't ever really gotten a chance to look around the town. This was also the first time she was not under Danny's frantic watch.
"He worries too much about me." She patted her bulging tummy. "I'll take care of myself and teh baby."
She got to the end of one road and spotted a rickety little building. Though the air around it was foreboding, it seemed to be a book store.
"Well, it's says books."
She walked in.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 21, 2006 20:28:03 GMT -5
|Forboding was a bit of an understatement. If air could actually be seen with the human eye, the air around and within 'Penn's Books and Artefacts' would have been so bloody and blackened as to be completely saturated. Inside, a thick layer of dust coated most available surfaces, including the rows of bookshelves and glass cases that lined the walls. Several tables were out on display, holding various books and magical artifacts. One such item, a book entitled 'Die Launen von Orphus,' flipped itself over as the woman entered and said, in a thick Germanic accent, "Vell! Es a nice surprise, to see ah voman und her kinder. Vhy, I remember..." The book proceeded to extrapolate, at great length, about its adventures with a pregnant woman in Moscow. Behind the wooden counter at the back of the store, a door slammed open, and a young man came rushing out, a cigarette dangling from his lip and a pair of goggles shoved hastily over his eyes and onto the top of his head. He executed a spectacular flying leap over the counter, skidded across the floor, and slammed his hand down on the book, silencing it. He doubled over, wheezing. "May...*gasp*...I help you *wheeze* miss?"|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 21, 2006 20:56:58 GMT -5
Sarah, who'd been highly amused by the talking book, looked in amazement at the man before her. "Um, no. I was just walking by and happened to see this bookstore. I thought I'd just wander."
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 9:12:04 GMT -5
|Wheeeze. He straightened up after a few moments of deep breathing, sucking deeply at the cigarette clenched between his teeth. Mm, nicotine. Not a drug he partook of often, but it helped calm him when he was brewing. He was, perhaps, about 6'1" or 2", with dark brown, shoulder-length hair that was pulled back into a high, tight ponytail. The goggles that he had so hastily pushed back revealed mis-matched eyes, one a dark, svelt brown, the other a bright and inquisitive blue. He blew out a cloud of smoke, carefully away from the pregnant woman, and glanced back, smiling. He had a brilliant smile. "Well, have a look around, then. The tamer books are in that corner over there," he waved at a solitary bookshelf in the back-left corner of the store. "If you're interested in artifacts, just let me know what you're looking for and I'll set you up with something." And he stepped back into the lingering wisps of smoke, returning to a silent vigil behind the counter.|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 16:29:01 GMT -5
Sarah smiled kindly at him and browsed the shelves. She grabbed one on potions, for light reading, and looked around the artifacts carefully. She looked at him with her emerald eyes. "Just let me know if I get near something too dangerous," she asked, her straberry brown hair falling gracefully over her shoulders.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 18:03:33 GMT -5
|He squinted at her, taking the cigarette and putting it out on one jean-clad knee. He had been lounging when the book had started to talk, and he hadn't had the time to get changed into robes. Most other shop owners considered him an upstart, a novelty that wouldn't last long. Since he'd left his father behind, he'd taken more and more to wearing muggle clothes. Currently, he wore a comfortable pair of black jeans (which showed off his arse quite admirably, thank you) and a t-shirt that had a picture of a rooster's head saying 'Rock out!' "Preggers, huh? Who's the lucky fellow?"|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 20:41:17 GMT -5
Sarah blushed violently and turned to him. She, too, wore muggle clothes. She found them much more comfortable, though she was currently stuck wearing maternity apparel. "I-I don't know if you'd know him. He's a teacher at the school; Daniel Grunblume." She brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "It was such sudden relationship." She smiled. "It was almost instant." She turned away and looked at a bottle of juice for extended life for a moment, but turned away sadly.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 20:47:05 GMT -5
|Aha! In flagrante delicto, eh? "Daniel? The drunk? Yeah, I knew him." It did not occur to him that she would ever realize who he actually was. She was familiar, just like Tom had been, but pregnancy changes women. Or so he'd heard. He started, suddenly, then bent down and retrieved a small, bright green snake from where she had been wrapping herself about his ankle. "Grippa," he murmured. "You know you're not supposed to climb up me like that, people start thinking things."|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 20:49:36 GMT -5
Sarah giggled and approached the counter. "You know, he's not drunk anymore. He sobered up fast a few months ago." She smiled at the snake.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 20:53:50 GMT -5
|He smiled as Grippa twined herself around his arm, then held his hand out to the woman for her to inspect. Grippa was a bright, almost neon green, with a lighter colored belly and light green stripes racing down her back. Her eyes were bright orange, unblinking as she eyed the other human's swelling belly. "You'll have a healthy baby, I think," he said cheerfully. "She wouldn't be so interested, otherwise. Grippa likes kids."|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 20:57:24 GMT -5
<I guess she's a parseltongue, seeing as she's a potter. We'll pretend she doesn't know though.>
"Does she? Well," she looked at the snake, "thank you very much."
She looked back up at him with questioning eyes. "May I pet her?"
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 21:07:29 GMT -5
|He nodded, and the snake sighed, unraveling like a ribbon towards the woman. ~Sweet woman, sweet nesting two-legs woman. Nest-father will never have eggs, no, he dances for the Speaking Man only.~ It was a fact, however, that Jesse Brightstone did not speak Parseltongue, no matter what name he took on. So he was happily oblivious to Grippa's comments about his love life.|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 21:10:48 GMT -5
Sarah giggled for a moment before gasping slightly. "Hey, I understood you!" She held teh snake gingerly in her hands and peered curiously at the cute little creature.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 21:15:49 GMT -5
|Both snake and man cocked their heads. Jesse was silent, but Grippa regarded the woman with solemn orange eyes. ~Another Speaker? This coldblood is truly blessed.~ She bowed her body nearly in half, then straightened, weaving herself around Jesse's wrist once more. ~The other is kind to my nest-father. Is it also so for you?~ Jesse studiously retrieved a book he had been reading from under the counter and picked up where he left off.|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 21:18:19 GMT -5
~Who?~ She rested her folded arms on the counter.
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