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Fri, Oct. 15th, 2004, 12:29 pm
peripheralnymph: Near or Around the Twin's Shop in Diagon Alley.

Padma knew that Ron worked with his brothers, and it wasn't exactly the most difficult task in the world to find their shop (it was the only orange and yellow building with lime green trim on the street, after all). She tries peering into the windows, first, but Halloween displays and semi-tinted glass thwart her. Instead of giving up, however, she keeps moving on to the entrance, pulls open the door and walks inside. There are several other people visible in the shop, at least two of which are costumers. Padma scans the area, and calmly approaches the first head of red hair she can find.

Fri, Oct. 22nd, 2004 10:06 am (UTC)
not_the_saint

That head of shaggy red hair happens to belong to someone significantly shorter than Ron, just inside to the right of the door. He seems to be charming something in the window, letters swirling about his head and drifting over to the glass to slide over its surface. He looks over as she enters, however, and breaks into a wide grin.

"Hallo, hallo. You look in need of something."

Fri, Oct. 22nd, 2004 04:20 pm (UTC)
peripheralnymph

She grins brightly right back at him. "I'm looking for your brother, actually."

Sat, Oct. 23rd, 2004 10:30 am (UTC)
not_the_saint

George groans, hand to his heart, with a little mock stagger. "Heartbreaker. It's always the way with you women, you like the tall ones." Heaving a put upon sigh, he jerks his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the back of the shop. "He's shelving. Help yourself." And indeed, a slightly higher up head of red hair is just faintly visible near the back, before it ducks down out of sight again.

Sat, Oct. 23rd, 2004 09:19 pm (UTC)
peripheralnymph

Padma giggles. "Well... he promised he'd write me a song..." She will crane her neck to peer as directed, and start wandering that way again. Though she does toss a smile back at George. "Thank you!"

Fri, Nov. 5th, 2004 10:43 am (UTC)
side_character

George's reply is a muffled mutter, as the mop of red hair rises to be visible above the shelves again. Ron is humming under his breath when Padma comes around the aisle, resorting a display of Halloween costumes, wigs, and such, many rumpled or mauled from having been pawed through by the clientele.