Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2019 19:25:03 GMT -5
You're Just Too Good To Be True
Can't Take My Eyes Off You
'Twas on this fated afternoon, lit like a shining beacon of light, that the colourfully stocked windows of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes welcomed Zephyrus Spalding through its doors. The smell of gunpowder met his nose, alongside the dusky aroma of the skiving snackboxes and the pygmy puffs, rattling in their cages adorning a nearby wall. Fanged frisbees whizzed past him, punching telescopes popped their springs overhead, the garish clashing colours coming from all perspectives enough to make any normal person dizzy. But nearly all of this was lost on the poor soul, whose eyes had only ever seen the inky depths of... well, nothing. He could smell, he could hear, and he was no small amount afraid of what he had walked into. Indeed, if it hadn't been for the many descriptions of the place he'd had from his various friends, or the fact that a voice kept welcoming people to the joke shop, Zeph might well have believed he'd been sent into some kind of dungeon from whence he would never return.
But he was a man on a mission, a mission that would be foiled by no small amount of biting toys - how kinky - or squeaking furry friends - kinda weird. Indeed, so preoccupied with his quest, the young adult managed to gracefully continue through this horrifically disconcerting wonderland with his new "pod alarms" that Sheri had sourced him. They looked like earplugs, yet they met flush with the ear canal, and they told him with small pings where to step next. Without them, the tall, dark, and handsome stranger, would have perished at the hands of WonderWitch! bath bombs and cosmetics, commit to a grave that Dumbledore would have found resplendent with its... well, accessories. He was on a mission from the big man himself. To go where no blind man - that he knew of - had ever gone before, placing his life in the balance, in order to either find Roxanne and do his best to leave a lasting impression that would stop her from ever looking for anyone else to keep her entertained, happy, and satisfied.
If he happened to run into the scariest of scary adversaries in here before her, however, a.k.a part two of the horizontal tango that resulted in Roxanne's most celebrated and magnificent birth, then he was going to beseech one George Weasley to give him a job so he didn't immediately suss out Zeph's heartfelt intentions. Appeal to his magnanimous disposition. He wanted to live long enough at least to score a kiss on the cheek for his troubles.
Asking the old man for employment so he could win over his daughter was like walking into the jaws of death in the hopes of finding a lost friend. Bold, brazen, and quite possibly, catastrophically stupid.
Still, he was sure he would survive either way. He had so much to live for, after all. It wasn't every day that an opportunity to tempt fate and tip the scales of fortune in your favour came about. But then it was summer, Hogwarts had broken in preparation of the new school year, and just about everywhere was looking for a pair of helping hands. Naturally, if Sheri every found out what he was up tol - seeking employment that wasn't at The Orchid - then he would be a very dead man with a tanned hide. Possibly even skinned, so his mother could have a taxidermied version of him that didn't cheek her or betray her best interests.
He balked, shaking his head and pushing his shades back up his face. Yikes, talk about a wake up call to bring you from cloud nine back to Earth. He hummed contentedly, managing an elegant recovery from cracking his foot off of the counter that only slightly strained the music to a squeak for a hairsbreadth of a second, then he did his best to lean forward on it and address the person on the other side. With all the damned chemicals and ingredients going off around here, he couldn't even smell them. All he could hope for was that he wasn't staring down the ever elusive and sought after eyes that tended to come attached to a woman's chest, from his new position.
"How's it going, o' celebrated server of the people," he greeted them, opting to try and flatter George if it was George, and just avoid offending the cashier at this time entirely, "May I enquire as to one Roxanne Weasley's whereabouts? I errr.. I have something of her's that she left at school." 'Like my heart, since she so callously breezed out of the halls without ever pausing to hear my sad and sweet symphony of yearning that I rehearsed for all of a minute before the train pulled into the station and my nerves let me finally leave my seat-'
But he was a man on a mission, a mission that would be foiled by no small amount of biting toys - how kinky - or squeaking furry friends - kinda weird. Indeed, so preoccupied with his quest, the young adult managed to gracefully continue through this horrifically disconcerting wonderland with his new "pod alarms" that Sheri had sourced him. They looked like earplugs, yet they met flush with the ear canal, and they told him with small pings where to step next. Without them, the tall, dark, and handsome stranger, would have perished at the hands of WonderWitch! bath bombs and cosmetics, commit to a grave that Dumbledore would have found resplendent with its... well, accessories. He was on a mission from the big man himself. To go where no blind man - that he knew of - had ever gone before, placing his life in the balance, in order to either find Roxanne and do his best to leave a lasting impression that would stop her from ever looking for anyone else to keep her entertained, happy, and satisfied.
If he happened to run into the scariest of scary adversaries in here before her, however, a.k.a part two of the horizontal tango that resulted in Roxanne's most celebrated and magnificent birth, then he was going to beseech one George Weasley to give him a job so he didn't immediately suss out Zeph's heartfelt intentions. Appeal to his magnanimous disposition. He wanted to live long enough at least to score a kiss on the cheek for his troubles.
Asking the old man for employment so he could win over his daughter was like walking into the jaws of death in the hopes of finding a lost friend. Bold, brazen, and quite possibly, catastrophically stupid.
Still, he was sure he would survive either way. He had so much to live for, after all. It wasn't every day that an opportunity to tempt fate and tip the scales of fortune in your favour came about. But then it was summer, Hogwarts had broken in preparation of the new school year, and just about everywhere was looking for a pair of helping hands. Naturally, if Sheri every found out what he was up tol - seeking employment that wasn't at The Orchid - then he would be a very dead man with a tanned hide. Possibly even skinned, so his mother could have a taxidermied version of him that didn't cheek her or betray her best interests.
He balked, shaking his head and pushing his shades back up his face. Yikes, talk about a wake up call to bring you from cloud nine back to Earth. He hummed contentedly, managing an elegant recovery from cracking his foot off of the counter that only slightly strained the music to a squeak for a hairsbreadth of a second, then he did his best to lean forward on it and address the person on the other side. With all the damned chemicals and ingredients going off around here, he couldn't even smell them. All he could hope for was that he wasn't staring down the ever elusive and sought after eyes that tended to come attached to a woman's chest, from his new position.
"How's it going, o' celebrated server of the people," he greeted them, opting to try and flatter George if it was George, and just avoid offending the cashier at this time entirely, "May I enquire as to one Roxanne Weasley's whereabouts? I errr.. I have something of her's that she left at school." 'Like my heart, since she so callously breezed out of the halls without ever pausing to hear my sad and sweet symphony of yearning that I rehearsed for all of a minute before the train pulled into the station and my nerves let me finally leave my seat-'
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