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Post by TOMAS ROMA GREYBACK on Jan 29, 2015 6:00:14 GMT
There was a lot of things in this world that Tomas enjoyed. He enjoyed the freedom of the sun on his face and the wind blowing his hair. He loved all the riches in the world, especially when those riches were carefully hidden in what he called his den. He loved his inner wolf and the strength and stealth it allowed him. Most of all -though really only in second place next to his material possessions- he loved his nifflers. The soft little critters that ran amok of a marks house with little more than a single command on his part. The critters that could tear apart a house in near half the time it'd take him. Even if they did make a mess while doing it.
Which is why it wasn't entirely odd that Tomas would take his nifflers out of their elaborate cage from his basement. Today he'd removed Sherlock for a bit of fresh air and some harmless thievery. If some valuables just happened to go missing while he was at The Three Broomsticks... Well, they must not have been that valuable if they weren't properly guarded.
The former Slytherin was making his way through Hogmeade with his enchanted carrier when a small snap called his attention to the carrier. Dark eyes narrowed when he saw the latch hanging free. Okay. So the supposedly enchanted carrier. Tomas scanned the area quickly for any sign of his escaped niffler and only glanced at the people when he heard a feminine voice shouting in what was probably anger, though it didn't sound like anger. Which would be weird. It sounded more like surprise, but Tomas was certain any reasonable person being attacked by a niffler looking for shiny things was going to sound angry- not just surprised. "Sherlock?" His deep voice echoed slightly as he jogged to where he heard the voice, not certain the girl he hadn't yet located had what he needed. "Anyone seen a niffler running about?"
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Post by TALLULAH LUNA THISTLEBROOKE on Jan 29, 2015 7:54:37 GMT
Tallulah had just come from Honeydukes. She had bought half-a-dozen cauldron cakes she could share with some of the girls in her dorm. Lula loved giving people sweets. She loved making their day and seeing them smile upon receiving an unexpected treat. While she was there she had also picked up the latest issue of the Quibbler. Her obsession started at a young age because her mother has always been a writer and editor for them.
Lula was walking through the streets of hogsmead. One hand was carrying a paper bag with the cakes, while the other held the magazine just inches from her face. She wasn’t really watching where she was walking because she was completely into a story about a woman who had caught a Blibbering Humdinger in her yard… a creature that many believed didn’t exist but this story made it all shockingly obvious that they certainly did.
Right as she was turning a page all of a sudden a long narrow snouted creature climbed up her body and ripped her necklace right off of her. Her necklace was 14 kt gold with a charm of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack horn. She made a bit of a gasping sound when it happened because she was a bit surprised. Just as the creature was about to run off, she dropped her magazine and cakes, grabbing the small creature. Lula held it at arm’s length, knowing full well what it was and what it was capable of… but it was so fascinating and cute she couldn’t stop staring at it. Lula heard someone behind her call out a name and then ask about the Niffler. Lula slowly turned around and in her usual serene voice said ”I have your little pet right here.” She handed it over, though in a way she wished she could keep the small thing. ”Nifflers are rare pets to have. Where did you get him?” she asked curiously as she tilted her head to the side, eager to hear what he had to say.
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Post by TOMAS ROMA GREYBACK on Jan 30, 2015 8:31:15 GMT
Tomas was reasonably worried about Sherlock. After all his niffler was running about off a lead and they were near a school run by Death Eaters. It wasn't that out there that he thought Sherlock might be stealing from the wrong sort without his backup. Tomas really didn't want a dead niffler. Especially if they didn't kill him nicely. It was doubtful they would.
As he turned the corner, though, his thoughts proved unwarranted. A young looking bird was holding his Sherlock at arms length. He grinned quickly and took the offered pet. Sparing a moment to wrestle the sparkling necklace free from his pet's mouth he then tucked the creature back in the cage before locking the doors. Only after that did he bother looking at the girl for more than 'hey she has Sherlock'. "What? Oh. Yeah. Thanks for catching him." With that he held out the necklace with the weird looking charm to the girl. Tomas would have liked to keep it -even if the charm was ugly and odd- but... Well she hadn't killed Sherlock so she deserved her necklace back.
He blinked a bit at her cocked her, wondering what the hell she might have asked him while he was busy putting away his pet. It probably wasn't important. But he still had to thank her. Even if giving back the necklace should have been enough. "Right. So. What did you ask? I didn't catch it."
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Post by TALLULAH LUNA THISTLEBROOKE on Jan 30, 2015 23:35:51 GMT
Right after Lula handed over the Niffler to his owner, the guy was able to extract her necklace out of it’s mouth. He handed it back to her. She gave a small smile as she took it and tucked it in her coat’s pocket. ”Thank you. My mother gave me that charm when I was a little girl. It’s supposed be good luck and their very rare. Of course it’s not a real Crumple-horned snorkack horn… but I imagine it could bring good luck… If I wish it hard enough. The power of positive thinking is it’s own kind of magic. At least that’s what mum always says” Lula didn’t always realize when she was rambling on. She just thought she was being friendly and having nice conversation. He thanked her for catching his pet. ”No problem at all. He pretty much came to me. Right to my charm… I think it’s proof it really is good luck.”
She had then asked him about where he got his Niffler but a few moments passed and he gave no response. Finally, the guy looked at her and asked her to repeat herself. She wasn’t offended in the least. She just went on like nothing had happened. ”Oh… just wondering where you got your Niffler? They are rare pets to keep. I’ve never seen one for sale.” Her eyes were on the small creature, completely fascinated by it still. Then her eyes shifted back to it’s owner ”Are you a treasure hunter? I would think having a Niffler would be the perfect pet for a treasure hunter.” She was very serious about her question. She never asked questions to be silly.
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Post by TOMAS ROMA GREYBACK on Jan 30, 2015 23:51:56 GMT
Tomas couldn't care less for whatever words were coming out of the girls mouth when he handed back the necklace that his nifffler had stolen. After all he'd already had to give back the atrocious gold necklace that was probably worth a few sickles. Why should he have to listen on top of that? No, no. He'd done enough nice things. So he'd content himself with scratching under Sherlock's chin while maneuvering the wiggling beast into his cage. She could have walked off and he wouldn't have noticed. In fact he didn't even notice when she responded to his thanks.
He only started paying attention when he asked her a question. One that, surprisingly, didn't consist of 'what are you still doing here'. His dark brown eyes narrowed at her question and he couldn't help but shift the cage containing Sherlock away from the girl. Just in case. He wasn't going to lose one of his nifflers. "I have four, actually. Sherlock, John, Mycroft, and Lestrade. And they're for sale. You just have to know where to look." And know which palms to grease. But that was probably too much information for the young looking girl. Tomas tried to hide his grin at her niave question. Treasure hunter almost sounded as good as liberation specialist. But his description was better. Still... It probably wouldn't do to tell her that either. Man was she dull. Tomas pushed back a piece of his dark hair and just grinned at the girl. "Sherlock isn't a pet. He's a partner. And yes, I'm a treasure hunter. I hunt... treasure."
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Post by TALLULAH LUNA THISTLEBROOKE on Jan 31, 2015 0:11:56 GMT
The guys with long dark hair told her he didn’t have just one Niffler but four. He told her if she knew where to look she could find some one sale. ”Those are very interesting names. I don’t think I’ve heard any of those names before… well besides John. I think there is a surplus of John’s in the world. Well, I guess you can never have too many johns… but there are a lot of them” she went on and on ”Where did you look to find your Nifflers?” She asked again, not realizing it might not be something she wants to hear.
The man then told her that his Niffler wasn’t a pet, but his partner and confirmed he was a treasure hunter. ”I’m sure Sherlock loves that you see him as more than just a pet. You must be very good to him… and very close for you to call him your partner. I always think magical creatures are a lot smarter than people give them credit for. You see, COMC is my best subject at school and I know quite a lot about magical creatures.” She then smiled, commenting on him being a treasure hunter ”that must be an exciting profession. Have you been to Egypt?” She imagined anyone who called themselves a treasure hunter would’ve been to Egypt at some point. They had the most famous treasure after all.
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Post by TOMAS ROMA GREYBACK on Jan 31, 2015 0:29:02 GMT
God she was dull. She was like a walking and breathing and never shutting up stick. What did he care about all the Johns in the world? Why did she even know that but still didn't know a name as amazing as Sherlock. Sherlock was... amazing. Even though he was a muggle. He was even more brilliant than Tomas, and Tomas knew he was damn amazing. Tomas tried to resist rolling his eyes at her second dull -and really she should stop talking, save everyone the trouble- question. "I know a guy. He'll sell you anything for the right price." True enough. He knew the guy. The guy had once sold a dragon egg. It counted.
Why the bloody hell was he still listening to her drivel? It was never ending, really. "Yes, yes. Sherlock is really smart. He gets it from his name sake." Which she didn't know about. Because she cared about things like whatever that necklace had been about. Or the amount of Johns in the world. Not knowing about things as amazing as himself and- a harsh yank on the cage informed him that Sherlock was attempting to escape again. "Well this has been tons of fun-" or none at all, really, "but Sherlock is trying to run after some other stranger. So I'll just go now." With that brilliant statement he made his way off without so much as a goodbye or a wave. The strange and dull girl completely forgotten about. || template designed by NEMO of adoxography || |
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Post by TALLULAH LUNA THISTLEBROOKE on Jan 31, 2015 1:31:38 GMT
He told her that he knew a guy that would see you anything for the right price. This perplexed Lula. It would be strange to make such an offer. How can you anything if you don’t have everything. How does one determine the right price for a thing? She just nodded her head not sure if her questions were worth asking since she wasn’t in the market for buying a Niffler. She didn’t have a need for one… even if they were cute and fascinating. She also didn’t have a place to keep one or an eye to watch it constantly. Lula knew how troublesome they could quickly become without the right supervision.
The guy then told her that his pet got his smarts from his namesake. Lula took most things literally… because that’s how she was raised. So again this confused her. How would the Niffler get it’s smartness from whoever it got it’s name from… She waited for the man to tell her if he’d been to Egypt of not since he was a treasure hunter an all. But before he answered he quickly waved goodbye and was gone. Lula waved back. She figured it must be important whatever he was doing to leave in such a hurry so she wasn’t bothered that he was unable to respond to her before he left. However, she was sad she had been rude and hadn’t ask his name. How would she know what to call him whenever fate would have them meet again. She hoped he’d realize it was a honest mistake from her intrigue of his Niffler and treasure hunting profession that she had failed to ask the normal pleasantries like his name.
Lula straightened out her coat. She picked up her Quibbler that she had dropped, brushing the dust off of it with the back of her sleeve. She then picked up her bag of cauldron cakes and skipped off and went on her way.
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