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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Nov 23, 2009 20:38:13 GMT -5
Eros was still the unfortunate owner and sometime-proprietor of a candy shop, of all ridiculous things, but at least that shop was now in a more respectable location. Hogsmeade had been a painful bore, and though he was sadly still in contact with the rabble from Hogwarts, Diagon Alley was much more to his liking.
He had his teaching position, of course, and he liked it well enough. It was simply too bad that both teaching and shopkeeping were unlikely to repay his debt to his father any time soon. He was beginning to miss the balls and the simpering misses.
For the moment, those thoughts were merely simmering in Eros's mind. He sat behind the counter of his shop with a fresh copy of the Daily Prophet open to the Society columns. It was quite dreadful being so behind on everything.
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Post by Archbald Worthington on Nov 24, 2009 22:26:46 GMT -5
Strolling about that was what one could possibly think when they saw Archbald Worthington, but truth be told he was handling errands of great importance and he had a great deal of them to handle. Even now at the age, his age was still unable to keep up with him it seemed. He would be dropping in at Hogwarts from time to time now, being prompted to do so from concerned parents. Hogwarts had been falling by the wayside for so many years now, he couldn't help but think if he had not been deprived of the headmaster position it would be very different. Now the school was talk of the most vulgarity but that was hardly the most worst. Tonight though however would be a splendid affair he would be dinning with a promient family and the company of two lovely ladies, one which was taken of course but all the same a good time was to be had. As gentleman he never came empty handed to any engagement without a token of sorts for a lady. Tonight it would be chocolates and Archbald had one certain candy store in mind since it had made it's move from Hogsmeade village to Diagon Alley, Archbald was well aware of the shopkeeper as the boy had never been a shopkeeper before hand but as to if the young man would remember him Archbald thought it hardly likely but the younger generation could suprise you sometimes.
The jingling of a small bells could be heard as he Archbald opened the door leisurely walking into the shop his cane slightly guiding his movements as needed, the young man in question seem to be behind a copy of the Daily Prophet.
Archbald removed his hat and took in the face of the young man before him.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Nov 28, 2009 19:24:06 GMT -5
Eros took his time finishing the paragraph he'd begun, expecting his customer to be yet another sickle-less Hogwarts student hoping to obtain a Galleon's worth of sweets for a few knuts. After a moment he gave a lazy glance up. His violet eyes paused, surprise washing through him in the second before his newspaper was folded and set aside, and he'd unfolded himself to stand.
He was well-versed in all the major names in Society, as well as many of the lesser-known, and in fact made it his business to gather such knowledge, so he knew whom he faced over the counter. And damned himself for having begun this farce of an adventure. He had dearly hoped to keep it a secret between himself and his closest friends, as ridiculous a hope as it might have been.
Eros gave a polite smile and an incline of his head, shuttering his thoughts firmly behind a well-practiced facade. "Mr. Worthington, what a pleasant surprise," he said. "Welcome to..." he nearly gritted his teeth at the humility of saying it, "my shop." Lord, but he was glad he'd done well in his tutoring. The old wizard would probably devour him whole if he sensed nerves. Eros was an expert—for any age—at concealing emotion, and he knew he appeared calm and respectfully polite rather than furious with himself for having gotten into this situation.
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Post by Archbald Worthington on Nov 30, 2009 0:07:44 GMT -5
Indeed it was so that young people could be surprising and Archbald took delight inwardly as he watched the young man get up from his seat and give he Archbald Worthington his proper recognition while Archbald stood still in his place with a look of polite interest and a slight smile. Eros had never forgotten his manners which were well drilled into all children of privilege but Archbald knew his mere appearance here was affecting him but apparently he was still good at hiding it so Archbald would play along."Yes a surprise I imagine it must be Eros, but I understand you have a business to run customers to serve and shall not keep you long for I am very busy this day myself. I would like your finniest Truffles most expensive you have, you see they are a token of sorts for a young lady whose parents have invited me to dinner this evening. I know you understand well that only the best will do. Now that your in a better location business should pick up but of course I could have had you moved here much sooner Eros... but how thoughtless it would have been of me as any prideful wizard you couldn't have possibly accepted being out on your own and out to discover this world and all it has to offer to a young wizard as yourself"
"I daresay we shall meet again before long as I will be present at Hogwarts for a period of time due to recent events that have taken place. Understand you have acquired a teaching post" Archbald waited for Eros to confirm.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Nov 30, 2009 3:43:53 GMT -5
Dear God, the absolute humiliation of admitting he had joined the working class, even if it had begun as a lark. His smile remained firmly in place as he inclined his head in assent. "Professor of History, actually," he said, as though it were perfectly normal for the heir of one of the Old Families to be thus employed. "I sought diversion from the ennui of balls and routs, and you have caught me in the act." A truth, to be sure. Sadly, he'd had no idea how difficult his diversion would prove.
Eros brought out his wand, and with a swish and flick, summoned a number of truffles to wrap themselves in gilded foil and nest in a delicate box labeled, Chocopologie. "These Danish truffles are hand-made almost entirely of Valhrona cacao. They are the finest in the world, sure to impress even the most discerning lady." He'd given away three in his time here, likely adding another week to his stay, but it had been well worth the money to do so. Yes, he understood the value of quality.
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Post by Archbald Worthington on Nov 30, 2009 23:03:36 GMT -5
"Quite an undertaking teaching a such a subject if I do say so myself, Can I assume the students still despise as they always have?. I must say it was a little suprising to hear that you were interested in such a position but then again interests can change." Archbald knew very well of the sudden interest Eros had in teaching but would humor whatever excuse Eros had at his disposal, No Eros was no unintelligent man he was bred from only the best families so he possibly had been thinking for a time of what to say if such a situation like this should arise. Archbald hadn't really noticed whether Eros was present at all the functions lately, what few times he had free he had taken notice which were few and far between now that he was an eligeble bachlor again.
" A healthy diversion never hurt.What a shame I remember you were quite the hit with all the ladies at all the gatherings I must admit, but I can understand when the attention is just too much for a young man like yourself to bare. Bachlorhood only comes once in a man's life it seems"
Archbald smiled broadly, he knew this young man knew the best and for his achievement he would reward him with a heftly tip. Archbald removed his heavy purse from his robes to pull out the necessary galleons placing then on the counter and pulled out much more as a tip then placing his heavy purse back in his robes. " Excellent, Yes this young lady is very special very gifted and talented than all the other society ladies, she attends Hogwarts as well learning comes naturally to her.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Dec 1, 2009 1:14:01 GMT -5
Eros very nearly blinked at that. Hogwarts? Dear God, I hope the man isn't hunting teens now. It seemed that oftentimes, the older a man got, the younger his conquests got in order to compensate. Yes, his own tastes ran towards youth, but he wasn't out of youth himself yet. He chose not to comment on that particular point outside a conspiratorial smile, as though amused by the situation.
"Unfortunately, what with all my friends pairing off, the matchmaking mamas and fortune-hunters had set their sights on me. The shop was my diversion, actually, and the professorial position was a diversion from the shop. I find myself quite diverted." And quite nearly ready to simply pay his father off for the investment and be done with it. So much so that he nearly considered accepting the generous donation that Mr. Worthington was offering.
Nearly.
Rather than accept, he wordlessly separated what he was owed from the donation and pushed the rest back across the counter. He was not poor by any means, simply too prideful to admit to his father that one of his ventures had met with such failure.
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Post by Archbald Worthington on Dec 2, 2009 0:16:30 GMT -5
"Women precious creatures they are but they hardly know what is best for them."
"Indeed quite diverted you seem to be but it seems to agree with you"
"Ah it seems I have given you too much. you will have to excuse me as this happens at my age. Good day Eros"
Eros with his pride still refused the tip it wasn't hand out but for a job well done as any working class member would be. Archbald picked up the money putting it back in his pocket those filthy poor children in Hogsmeade would scramble to claim the galleons.
Without another word Archbald picked up his package sweets and began to walk again with his cane. With another jingle of the bells above the door he departed the shop.
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