Moons and Stars (Roddie-cuddle-doo)

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So London was absolutely d-e-l-i-g-h-t-f-u-l! The moving vehicles, the busy people with their small squared devices and hundreds and hundreds of shops that sold anything but practical things like cauldrons, rat spleen, wands and brooms. No instead they sold large flat boxes with moving pictures, fashion that seemed to be from outer space and books. Yes books! She knew what that was. Willow found herself stopping in front of a shop that sold travel books and stared mesmerized at the few muggles walking around in there. A young man exited the shop, fumbling with his bags and dropping something on the pavement.

”Excuse me...” He mumbled as he passed by a weirdly giggling awkward Willow who kept on standing in his way. ”Sorry.” He said again trying to walk around her.

Finally escaping, he rushed down the street, glancing backwards now and then at the smiling lady who looked after him with wide eyes. It was where she noticed it. There was something on the side walk. A squared device with a string that ended in two... Round... Orbs... Willow picked it up with a thumb and an index finger holding it like it was a dirty diaper and sniffed it. The screen was black... On the back was a figure that looked like an apple, but something had taken a bite from it. If you have not guessed it yet, Willow was currently looking at what we normal muggles call an iphone with earplugs.

Music sounded from the orbs, and she awkwardly put one in her ear, gasping as hard rock played loud and clear all of sudden. While still figuring out that the other earplug needed to be placed in her other ear, she started walking down the street towards Diagon Alley. It was first when she passed through the Leaky Cauldron, she had figured out what it was. It was a transportable radio! And what a small and practical one it was!

Willow placed it in her cleavage (not very practical really) as she strolled down the street, entering Knockturn Alley without even realising where she was going. It was her day off, so she had just taken a trip to London to... Spend some time. Well, the woman had nothing better to do than browse the shops with Ramstein playing in her ears. So without further consideration, she entered a potions shop. One she did not know, but Willow was not a woman who feared Knockturn Alley. If anything, she liked the cosy darkness and the rotten humidity. It is good for your skin, you know?!

”Hello?” She asked as a bell rang above the door. The woman stepped inside. ”Anyone there?”

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TAGS: @roderick

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Roderick had absolutely no idea why his brother Josiah had decided to pay him a visit.  Sure, they were brothers and both Death Eaters, not to mention arrogant and vain, but they were also different in many ways.  First of all, Josiah was a Quiddtich player and loved adventure and the thrill of the moment like a stupid Gryffindor, even if he had been a Slytherin.  Roderick on the other hand was much more calm and solemn.  He was content to stand in a dark corner to brew potions in a lonely shop.  Rod loved his elder brother, but he also felt disdainful for the other Montfort's more...as he viewed it, jolly disposition.  Josiah was still very much a snaky Slytherin, but he was just more out there than Roderick was.  Rod honestly viewed Quidditch as a useless sport, and it was such a waste of time playing it.  He'd never really found flying to be anything but a slow means of transportation, and just whizzing around in it in pursuit of a ball and having heavy balls bludgeoning into you sounded dumb.  It was a shame that a brother of his could turn that into his profession.

Anyways, Josiah just wanted to stop by for his own amusement and see how Rod was "rotting away" in this "coffin of a shop".  Josiah could never understand why Rod liked to brood around in his eerie and boring potions shop just as Rod thought that he was a lunatic for liking Quidditch.  Rod was rather annoyed with Josiah's visit if he wasn't to tell him anything useful.  Josiah always had other useless things to do, and he didn't him to be included in those useless things.  But, eventually, after snarling at his brother to bugger off so he could resume on a potion that he was working on, Josiah eventually left with a laugh.

The Death Eater was about to turn around and walk back to the back of the shop so he could continue his brewing, when he heard the doorbell ring.  He stopped with his back to the door, and for a moment wrinkled his nose with disgust.  Oh, good Salazar Slytherin, another oaf invading!  Well, he would have no choice but to provide service to the stupid customer.

Sighing almost imperceptibly, Roderick turned around again to face the idiot who decided to replace Josiah in making his day worse.  He almost always felt like this toward his customers when they weren't the usual band of high-class purebloods who he was acquainted with.  He hated commoners, even if he did sell stuff to them.  The good thing was, he did know how to exercise self-control and remain civil enough con constitute as appropriate for customer service, even if he was far from warm and friendly.

Turning around completely, he faced the person and saw that it was a blonde-haired woman.  He wanted to glare at her but instead just gave her a stony look.  "Yes, the owner is here," he said coldly.  "Is there anything you need?"      

Tag: @willow

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The shop she had entered was nice and cosy. Well, Willow had her own definition of cosy. She considered Knockturn Alley to be the same, and a small smile formed on her lips as she looked around and hummed (hmm... trying to hum) along the song of a muggle hard rock band. She let her finger knock on a vial containing a pickled snake and giggled.

”Hello little fella.” She said to the animal as if it was alive.

And she was almost right. She was sure she saw it moving, and the woman leaned forward to study it a bit closer. Yes, there was a shadow that fell on the snake, making it seem alive. - Mein Herz Brennt! Willow hummed while tilting her head and letting her eyes follow the dark shadow. The snake was green and seemingly slimy, but being a witch (and apparently this concerned all witches), she knew that snakes did not feel slimy at all. More rough to be exact and very muscular.

Then suddenly the shadow turned, and Willow blinked confused now noticing that it came from a silhouette behind the glass. It was a silhouette of a man, so far she could see. And it spoke to her. Willow peeked out from behind the shelf to look at the shop owner who had asked if she needed something. Forgetting all about that she had called out upon her entrance, Willow shook her head.

”No thank you, just browsing!”

The man was a handsome young one. He had the cheekbones that would make every living model jealous, his hair was flawlessly golden brown and his style very rich and fashionable. He shined with intimidation – even as he spoke to her in a voice that could as well have belonged to a statue. Despite the stony voice, he did seem very friendly though – maybe it was his good looks that tricked her. But Willow liked a nice trick, so it did not matter.

”Oh by the way...” She twirled around the corner of the shelf and made a small run towards him, stopping right at the counter. ”Look what I found on the street!”

She found the iphone from her cleavage and pulled the earplugs out, handing it all to him. Her eyes moved from the young man, so the squared device and back at him again as if she expected a certain fascinated reaction.

”Isn't it absolutely wicked?”

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It was then that Rod noticed the weird thing that was attached with a string that was plugged into the woman's ear.  He had no idea what it was nor had he ever seen anyone wear it before.  It looked really strange and stupid at the same time.  He was about to demand to know what on earth that was, but closed his mouth when he was about to speak.  He didn't want to converse with the woman too much.  He already disliked her as is and didn't want to waste his breath and energy on her.  And anyway, if she was abnormal, then what else was there for him to need to know know?  

She told him that she was just browsing, and he had half a mind to despulso her out of the shop if she wasn't going to be doing anything useful, like purchase something.  He dealt with these people because they actually bought what he sold.  But, she had the right to look around, and he'd just have to put up with it and swallow his annoyance.

His eyes narrowed slightly when she made a small run toward him, wishing that he could hex her to trip while she was at it.  He raised his eyebrows in speculation, wondering what she was going to do.  Rod would feel more comfortable banishing her back a few feet from him, to be honest.

She seemed to want to show him something she had picked up from the street, he had to do all he could not to roll his eyes and growl at her to just leave.  He wasn't interested in what she wanted to show him, especially something that had been left on the dirty ground.  This woman was the most obnoxiously queer being that he had ever met--even those Ministry churls made more sense. 

He couldn't suppress a look of disgust on his face, though, when she grabbed something from her cleavage.  How rude and vulgar.  He was definitely not going to touch that, whatever it was.  She produced a small square object that was attached to the strings with orbs at the end.  He wanted to burn them into ashes with incendio, but instead he stared at the thing as if she had handed him a pile of manure.  He'd never seen anything like it in all of his lifetime and it was definitely not like any of the trinkets sold in wizardry shops.  This was a muggle bauble if any there was one.  Revolting!

"I think it looks absolutely ugly," he countered, which was the nicest word he could think of.  Folding his arms across his chest, he said, "You can take it back.  I don't fancy alien things."  Oh, why did he have to be so civil.  Looking again at her face, he added with an attempt to hide his scorn, "I also think that you could do better than to whimsically pick up discarded trash on the ground and stick them under your clothes."  And, of course, why was he being so nice? He was giving her some pretty decent advice that she most likely didn't deserve if it hadn't crossed her mind already.  What a fool.     

Tag: @willow

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The shopkeeper was a handsome man, Willow was sure she had seen in commercials in her daily issue of the Quibbler. The woman enjoyed reading it way more than the boring conservative Daily Prophets. The Quibbler was not restrained by political point of views. It posted whatever it wanted to post, and even underlined very important subjects that Daily Prophet seemed to completely overlook. Like for example the reason for a goblin's hairy bottom. And maybe invisible creatures that stole your socks. Being a woman who has had a few of her socks stolen from the said creatures, Willow could assure that it was an serious matter.

Willow felt free and light on her feet today. The beauty of the man in front of her even lifted her mood, and as she ran towards him, she debated whether or not to strike an index finger gently against the tip of his nose. His nose was so pretty and straight. She wished she had a nose like that. But not everyone could be blessed with a devine beauty like the young man in front of her. She was sure that he was a good salesman with his looks. She would not hesistate buying something from him if he flirtatiously asked her to do so.

The man formed a strange grimace of disgust as if he had just smelled a horrible odour. Sadly the grimace made his looks fade a little, but Willow was sure he would smile again, once he got to know what she was going to show him. He must be amazed by the little musical device – or radio (or more iphone, to be completely muggle-honest). Who wouldn't be? It was absolutely magical. And that to be said by a witch living in a magical world.

When he said that the squared thing looked ugly, Willow looked down at it with a small shrug.

”Well I guess it does. I mean, someone has taken a bite of the apple on the back... And it is completely dark on the front.” She smiled. ”But other than that, it is very shiny.”

Willow did agree with him on one thing though. The device was alien and very mysterious. However she wanted to show him all it's the wonders, so she waved one of the earplugs in front of his handsome nose.

”Listen! It plays music!” She said as her smile grew wider. ”Isn't it so wonderfully practical? Then you can take your music around you everywhere... And have it all for yourself. Even though I am a firm believer of sharing music.” The woman quickly added.

Then she blinked as he adviced her not to put it under her clothes.

”Why not?” She asked confused. ”I think the muggles do it like that...”

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Okay, so other than cruelly thinking of mean and exaggerated (yes, most of them were simply uncalled for and not apt in any sense) insults to hurl at this wonderful and delightfully unique person in front of him, he had to acknowledge that the woman was a queer one.  Queer was usually bad to him, but, really, she was eccentric.  She was plainly odd.  She was not what he had seen in anyone for nigh on all his life.  Of course such behavior was worthy of contempt, but the strangeness of it had the ability to take away some of "gross!" to the "what?".  In other words, for a moment he was able to feel more...taken aback than spiteful.  Perhaps she was really dense and excitable, more than was normal.

He didn't say anything in response to her description of the strange object.  Instead, he remained silent with a brooding look.  He didn't have much to comment about it, anyway.  He knew that it was just rubbish to him no matter how shiny or bitten it was.

And spontaneous she was too, for out of the blue she waved the what you would call earplugs in front of his nose.  Roderick took a step backward so that the thing wouldn't be so close to his face.  He had to suppress himself from grumbling, but at her explanation about the music, he had to admit that it was a little interesting.  Well, interesting in the sense that he'd never heard of the likes of it before and that it sounded rather innovative.  Carrying music around with you--all stored in a tiny device? He assumed that she also meant that one could listen to it without others listening to it.  Now, that actually didn't sound too horrid as much as it was peculiar and something he'd never heard of before. 

But then again it was bad.  How could you hear the people around you if you stuck those things in your ears? It was simply weird.   And anyway, Rod was raised in a society where music was played in the distance with instruments for everyone in the room or wherever to listen to.  No one hogged music for themselves, and he would prefer it stay that way.  Conservative him.  In a way, he, too, was a believer of sharing music.

All in all, it was a muggle item and he automatically detested it.  The muggles probably had to squeeze their brains to think of outlandish things to create to make up for their lack of magic.  He shouldn't take the bait and be drawn to them as other weird wizards were. 

Rod heaved a sigh.  He wanted the woman to stop showing him this device.  Hell, he just wanted her to leave already, but again, one could not drive customers away.  She wasn't a customer, really, but she was still a visitor to the shop and every person had a right to "browse".  If he turned evil on her, that would be bad for his reputation as a potioneer.

There wasn't a sin in respectfully explaining that he wasn't into muggle inventions and that he would appreciate if she would cease to try to get him to observe her little toy.  He took advantage of her next comment about the way muggles did things to speak his mind.  Normally Rod wasn't afraid to be more cruel than this, but his shop had the power to make him behave in Rod standards.

"And as it happens, I am not fond of anything that has to do with muggles," he said in his best impassive tone.  "I would rather that you keep your thing to yourself and not discuss anything related to muggles and their ways with me."  Now that was pretty self-explanatory, and he hoped that she wouldn't play dumb with him on that.  He crossed his arms and added after clearing his throat, "Now, if you have any questions about anything in the shop, feel free to ask and have a look around, as you choose."         

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Willow adored people in all shapes and forms (shapes and forms... Aren't those the same actually? Well you get the meaning...) She was fascinated by the handsome model in front of her. Model was a perfect description of the man. That meaning him not being a working model for a magazine or a muggle runway (does the wizardry world have a runway too?). No, he was the model of a perfect wizard. Well dressed, well mannered, calm and reluctant to open himself to anything muggle related. Not to mention, he worked in Knockturn Alley. The street with the most magical name in the entire world: Knockturn. Wasn't that absolutely fantastic? No? Well Willow thought so. She admired the stranger in front of her with all of his grace and beauty.

If only Rod and Will knew the other fascinating things an iphone could do, then they would probably fall off their broomsticks. However since it just played from whatever hard rock playlist its former owner had put on, and was unable to switch from the black screen – since Willow had not pressed the button that lit up the phone, she just assumed that all it could do was playing music. But that was also enough.

When the handsome man said that he was not fond of muggle devices, Willow's hand dropped and she let the earplugs lay on the table between them. She blinked a few confused times, but then nodded, swallowing her excitement. She did not believe in pushing people to do or like something they never would. And she always let everyone be themselves, so of course this potioneer was allowed to detest muggle objects. In fact, she did not mind it even though she did not share his point of view. But since Willow was not eager to force it upon him, she was not eager to argue about it either. So instead she just shrugged.

”I am sorry for my rudeness.” she said glancing down for a moment. ”My name is Willow Huckleberry. What is yours?”

That was her first question about anything that was in the shop. Well, she wanted to ask more, but before she could, the muggle device started vibrating a loud ringing noise sounded from the earplugs. The screen lit up and a name appeared: ”Annie < 3” Willow read it as: ”Annie smaller than three” of course, since she did not know about the smart way of writing a heart.

”What is going on?” She asked with wide eyes as she looked down at the muggle iphone on the table. Her finger so close to touch the green button on the screen that said: ”answer”.

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((Rod should accidentally take the phone and speak to Annie!!! LOL!))
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Rod had been expecting this woman to not know what his words meant.  He had the impression that she was someone who usually played dumb and pretended not to notice the irritation of others.  Well, actually, she may not be pretending at all at the same time.  It could be in her nature to be oblivious to all of that.  However, she actually understood what he was saying and even apologized for what she deemed as rudeness.  Well, good.  Roderick thought it had been pretty rude too, more because it had to do with muggles.  He wasn't one for etiquette, really, not at all.

He didn't say or do anything.  He wasn't one to pardon people.  It just wasn't in him to be the least bit friendly to people he didn't like, although that applied to most people, so Willow wasn't alone.  Sure, he was forcing himself to be polite, but he wasn't budging from there.

She introduced herself, which he thought was not necessary because he didn't give a fig as to what her name was.  But anyway her name was Willow Huckleberry, and he'd be damned if he heard that name on an aristocrat (but then again Greengrass was a pretty funny sounding last name too, as were most names of the wizardry world; Rod just liked to think the worst of people when he could, though).  It didn't hurt to let her know what he was called, though, because he was the owner of the shop.  However, he wasn't going to give off his full name.  He didn't fancy giving his name around freely.  Rather, he was just going to give her something to call him by that was on a professional standing.  "You may call me Mr. Montfort," he replied, although he had an urge to replace the "Mr." with "Lord".

But then the thing started to ring a very strange tone loudly.  Rod watched it as if it were the most horrendous thing ever to exist on this planet, but at the same time his eyes were glued to it in a strange curiosity.  The screen lit up and he said the name Annie with a symbol that had to do with the number 3 that he had never seen before.  What did that mean? And why was there the name Annie? He looked at the blonde woman when she pressed the green button; she, too, had no idea what this was, and for this moment they were kind of in this together, although he was more grossed out with this alien object than Willow was.

"Heeey, Roddie, are you there? It's Annie!"

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped at the sound of the female voice coming from the object, especially because it knew his name.  Just what was this blasphemy?! How did this Annie know who he was? What kind of a scheme was this?

The expression on his face turned into a glare as he snatched up the phone--he'd have to wash his hands twice over later--and brought it close to his face.  "Who the devil are you?!" he snapped.  "And just how do you know who I am, you miserable filth?"

He could hear the woman's voice gasping in shock.  "Why are you being so mean, honey? It's me, Annie, your wife!"

Were his ears working correctly? Did she just call herself his WIFE? How audacious! He'd be damned if he ever married a muggle! Muggleborns were worse as is! "How dare you taunt me, you lowborn scum," he hissed.  "I'd have to be lesser than a troll if I'd ever marry the likes of you!" 

Unfortunately, Annie wasn't getting the hint.  She was a stubborn thing, although it was safe to be stubborn when she was somewhere else with only her voice to project from the thing to taunt him.  She was pretending to sound worried and confused.  "Goodness gracious! Baby, what's gotten into you? You don't sound well!" She paused for a moment before continuing uncertainly, "What's happened? Is it because of Christian again? Darling, you know that we're only friends! I would never betray you; you're the love of my--"

That was quite too much for Rod.  He couldn't help himself; with a face red with anger and a clenched jaw, he threw the muggle thing down on the counter and slipped his wand out, pointing it at the object.  "Reducto!" he said, blasting the thing into mist (without touching the counter, thankfully).