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Post by ROSE HELENA WEASLEY on Jan 22, 2014 18:30:13 GMT -5
 "Benjamin Button's you get your ass back over here right this instant!" Rose scowled, her hands placed firmly on her hips as she watched the rather large tabby cat disappear behind one of the stores many shelves. It had been a long day full of customer after grumpy customer, all with inexplicably strange problems. There was a woman wishing to return a toad that she’d bought almost two years ago, a young child that attempted to walk off with some of their new owl cage accessories and a man that only understood a few words of English. Merlin, her almost hour long miming act was enough to make her want to close shop early. All of that, as well as her lack of break, (the other employee was ill with some strange cold), ensured that she wasn't in the mood to go chasing after an escaped cat.
Sighing she stomped around the front counter, bending over slightly as she went so as to make sure she didn’t miss the tabby. ”Benjamin…” She called, shoving her mane of hair out of her face. ”Could you please come out from wherever you’re hiding? I’ll give you a treat!” Her voice went up a few octaves, hoping that the feline would be compelled to come out from wherever he was hiding if she used her baby voice. No such luck. All she got in response was the sound of the front doors bell going off. The scowl she’d gotten rid of only seconds ago returned at the prospect of another stupid customer. As she headed back to the front of the store, all she could think about was how much she was hoping that Benjamin would stay hidden wherever he was, and not jump on whoever had entered the store. Her mum did always say how much he reminded her of her old cat Crookshanks.
@albus
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 12:46:39 GMT -5
It hurt. He was still hurting over his father's death. That much would be clear to any whom saw him. Of course it did. He had been a "dadda's" boy for his entire life, and when he lost his father a part of him broke. Not just a single part of him but the entirety of his being. He couldn't function. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything. But he was getting there. He was getting better. He could go to work now. He could go at least half a day without thinking about him. But maybe, just maybe a pet could fill the hole left by his father.
As he moved through the wizarding shopping centre he kicked a stone down the street, the hollow sound not even registering as the various memories that he had of this place bounced through his head. Memories such as his first trip to this magical center. Getting his first wand. Oogling new broomsticks. Being dragged around the place by his mother when all he wanted to do was to go waste the day away. The thing that hurt most about it all was the fact that his father was in nearly every single one of these memories giving him no chance of a break.
He snapped out of it however at the tinkle of a little bell above him and a call for a 'benjamin button'. He knew that voice... there was only one person that had that voice... it could only be... Rose! A smile broke onto his face, one of the largest smiles on his face since the death of his old man, and then, as he moved towards his cousin he found a cat clinging to his leg. Well.... this was interesting....
"I think I found the little guy Rose!"
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Post by ROSE HELENA WEASLEY on Feb 7, 2014 22:49:08 GMT -5
The persnickety feline was one of the more entertaining aspects of her job, and on most days she could let him roam around the store without actually needing to worry about his whereabouts… but today was different. He’d been acting as if he was Satan incarnated all morning, and she could hardly keep her eyes off him without hearing the mangled scream of a customer, or the sickening ripping sound the carpet made whenever he drove his claws through the aging rug. Sighing, she shoved her hair out of her face for what felt like the millionth time, kneeling down so that she could look under the shelves. ”Benjamin…” She scowled, leaning back so she was sitting on her feet. Tilting her head to one side she looked around the store, only just catching the blur of orange as he streaked towards the front of the store. ”Oh bugger…” She swore, jumping to her feet and making a beeline in the same direction. What she found definitely hadn’t been what she was expecting, but it was a welcoming sight indeed. Had Benjamin been clinging to anyone else’s leg in such a manner, she was sure she would’ve had to hand a lawsuit over to her boss, which definitely wouldn’t have been an enjoyable event.
Her gait was more relaxed as she walked towards Albus, bending over as soon as she reached him. ”Thank Merlin…” She muttered, prying the rather determined cat from her cousins leg, holding him around the middle as she carried him back behind the counter, placing him back in his cage before turning around to face Albus. She hadn’t really seen him much since Harry’s death, but her cousins had told her plenty about how he was dealing with it. From what she could tell, he’d withdrawn from just about everything he enjoyed doing, and when she’d first figured out that that was what was going on, she’d been hell bent on traipsing over to his flat and shaking him until he returned to normal. But a rather stern conversation with her mother had changed her mind, and she’d been resigned to wait until he decided to poke his head out of his proverbial shell. Now that that was actually happening, Rose was at quite a loss for what to do. The redhead was still hurting over Harry’s death, just as everyone else, but she imagined that his hurt was on a much bigger scale than her own. Not talking about it wasn’t an option, but as she stood there watching him, not talking about it didn’t seem like one either. ”What brings you down into my neck of the woods?” She asked, choosing to opt with a safe question. It wasn’t the best thing she could’ve said, but Rose never had been good with expressing her emotions, or even comforting people.
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