Work Before Play [Cole/Open]

[ridleycovell]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #0e080a 8px solid; border-right: #0e080a 8px solid; background: #060609; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] --- WORK BEFORE PLAY --- ----- Forgive the delay. ----- Ridley Covell had been strolling through the alleyways of Diagon Alley on what he would consider to be a pleasant day. The sun was out, and the streets were lively with magic folk of all ages going along their merry way. He wore his black slacks, a white button up and suspenders. He had slung his jacket over his shoulder as he walked. He hadn't managed to dress in wizard robes. He observed the nearby commotion and smiled briefly at a small child who had collided with his leg while playing with his siblings. Ridley took a moment to bend over and help the kid up, reminding him to be more careful, but the kid wanted to hear none of this. He had run away without a response. The beauties of childhood... Ridley thought to himself as he passed the quidditch store. He had stopped by a potions store to pick up a few ingredients, mostly for personal use. He adored herbology and potions, and had thought to pick up a few things before the long term at Hogwarts. Having acquired what he had come to claim for his own hobbies, he decided it was best to beat the rush to the bookstore. Of course the bookstore he had in mind was fairly popular among the staff members at Hogwarts, and very rarely would he go without bumping into one. The only question left was: Who was it going to be this year? As he rounded the corner, he found himself blocked off by another group of wizards who seemed to be discussing the latest agenda of the Ministry of Magic. Sighing, Ridley pushed his way through the 'formalists' blocking his way. In his low voice he managed to say "Excuse me... Excuse me... Thank you." As he weaved through the small sector. Finally arriving at the bookstore, he hoped that picking up the books he required would be rather uneventful. He placed a hand on the door and pushed it open, quietly gliding into the store. A quiet entrance was just in his nature, it wasn't so much as he desired to sneak up on people as it was he was light on his feet and all his life had been very 'catlike'. As a child his parents had even used the description to his teachers. He hadn't noticed anyone else in the area, due to the fact that he had turned the corner rather quickly to look over the books that were shelved. He had sincerely hoped he would not have to ask the book keeper to find his coursework this year. He had spotted an interesting read, titled "Charms Turned to Chaos" and pulled it off the shelf reading the back of the book for a brief overview. Meanwhile, he crossed to the counter. The book keeper, one whom he had known for some time greeted Ridley with a low chuckle. "Well, if it isn't good old Professor Covell. I am pleased to see you've seen it fit to grace us with your presence again. Last time I saw you, you were yay high." Ridley had to laugh when the old man reached over his head standing on his tip toes to reach Ridley's height. It was true, Ridley supposed. He always had been taller than the average male, at 6'5". "And to what do I owe the pleasure?" He continued. "It's good to see you again, Marcus." He stated clearly, tilting his head in a greeting. Leaning against the counter, he tapped on it leisurely. "I need to pick up my course material, did my owl get the list to you in time?" He asked with a grin. "I know 'oi you' doesn't much like following orders." They shared a chuckle, though the owl had a name, it only responded to 'oi you' or 'peabrain'. A moment passed and the book keeper nodded grinning. "Aye, he reached me. I have prepared your coursework and a copy of 'The Complete History of Charms' as requested, the book itself was so large that it had to be charmed to fit into that thing... Hope you can haggle..." "You know me..." Ridley stated with a wink. Marcus scaled the ladders to gather the requested books. "I need to go to the back storeroom to get some of these, would you mind watching the store for a minute?" Marcus inquired. "Sure thing." Ridley agreed, propping himself up on the front counter and watching the door with a keen eye. template by eliza @ shadowplay

[eleven]

[ridleycovell]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #0e080a 8px solid; border-right: #0e080a 8px solid; background: #060609; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] --- WORK BEFORE PLAY --- ----- Forgive the delay. ----- Ridley's eyes became rather fixated on a strange spinning device on the front counter, and as it spun it revealed a brief glimpse of the main doors. Curiously transfixed, Ridley lifted the orb and ran to the front door, like a kid at Christmas. Opening the door, he watched the enchanted object as it swirled about madly the closer he got to the door. Opening the door, it gave a preview of who was in the door, who was now at the moment Ridley. Chuckling, he looked at the strange enchantment, a charm no doubt, that he hadn't seen before. This was truly a sad day in the life of a Charms professor. However upon examining the orb a bit closer he realized he wasn't alone in the store. Which meant one thing: He was a really really bad shop keeper. He couldn't quite make sense of the orb, so he had no real sense of direction a to the other gentleman's whereabouts, however, as he paced through the aisles between bookshelves, he was forced to wonder: Is it really my place to disturb this man? His place or no, he was told to watch the store.. And where he was raised part of watching the store had been greeting the customers. Perhaps if the little circular charmed doo-hickey yes, that is now it's technical term hadn't distracted him, he would have lived up to the expectations that the store owner had in mind. Oh well, no sense in dwelling on the past, especially when it was so uneventful, right? To remedy his current situation, Ridley cast sideways glances down every side aisle, until he came across the magizoology section, where surprisingly the customer stood. This section, by the amounts of dust laid to rest on the books, was evidently fairly abandoned. Leading Ridley to wonder if there was really any reason for it to be left so deserted, after all, magizoology seemed like an interesting subject, by name alone. “Hello, there.” He stated, leaning against the outside of a shelf, offering a pleasant smile. “Magnus up there told me to watch the floor. I didn't see you come in. Forgive me if I'm disturbing you, I'm just curious... Which I know is an awful habit... But would you happen to know what charm is on this thing?” He asked holding up the service orb. “Never seen anything like it..” He rambled on nervously, rubbing the back of his neck idly. “Truly, forgive me.” He stated bowing his head curtly, not wishing to become that imposing figure that hovers over someones shoulder while they're doing something.. Especially if they'd rather not have any company at all... That only made matters more stressful on everyone. “It appears that it's been a while since anyone took an interest in this section.” He remarked curiously reading the titles, and pulling a book by Lockhart off the shelf wincing painfully. “Of course if this is their leading title, it clearly needs an overhaul.” Pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, he closed one eye in obvious discontentment. Mythical creatures were incredible and fascinating: So long as you were getting the right information. Reading too much into false information written by idiots such as Lockhart could reward you with wasting time quickly. Frowning Ridley glanced to the man who seemed to know a bit more about creatures, trusting his intuition when it told him the other man was well versed in the subject. Ridley couldn't quite put a finger on why he would think so, but went with his gut. Spontaneously being social was not his strong suit, but what could it hurt, really? Taking note of the book that the man was holding he raised a brow. “Have you ever seen one?” He asked curiously. “I always wondered... If they were real.” Realizing he was talking too much, he blushed slightly, closing his eyes with an embarrassed smile. “Forgive me... You're the second person I've actually seen this summer, I hate to be intrusive, but I did miss the interaction. My names Covell. Ridley Covell.” He introduced. template by eliza @ shadowplay

[eleven]

[ridleycovell]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #0e080a 8px solid; border-right: #0e080a 8px solid; background: #060609; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] --- WORK BEFORE PLAY --- ----- Forgive the delay. ----- Surprised by the mans quick answer, he smiled in a more than impressed manner. “Ah, of course! A Scrying charm..” Staring at the orb, he made a note to look further into it. “Fascinating. I never would have thought of it.” He admitted, unable to take credit for the pure brilliance behind the object. Even though he was a Charms instructor, there was far more than he could touch on. Spells in general were like an ocean, and there would always be more than any one wizard could call to the surface. However, the orb continued to spin surveying the area, which intrigued Ridley. Of course holding Ridley's attention didn't prove hard to do, especially if the object in question was consumable or shiny. Further inspired by the other mans quick answer, he was further interested when the stranger shared that most customers would prefer Transfiguration or Charms, or perhaps other more favorable subjects. Ridley stifled a laugh, “I swear to you, I hold no disrespect It's that I too am guilty of this... See I teach Charms... So naturally I go into auto pilot and head straight to the charms section. I teach Charms at Hogwarts.” Helping the other man dust off some of the books, he couldn't help but laugh aloud at the truth being stated ever so bluntly by someone who clearly had more than a few ounces of intelligence. “Maybe you should write a book. I'd be the first to buy a copy, I assure you of that.” His eyes roamed over the authors and titles until he shook his head disappointed. “It truly unnerves me that the best book they claim to offer in this section is Lockhart... Perhaps I should talk to Magnus regarding the matter, maybe with a bit more promotions and advertisements, he could bring forth a new interest to the topics that seem to idle here untouched. It's a pity that so much knowledge is left to the dust.” Running a finger over the books, he examined his dirty forefinger, rubbing his fingers together to release the specks into the beams of light settling on the dust falling through the store. Pausing, his eyes met the other mans, who he felt some form of connection with. “Eight years? Surely you haven't become rusty, you seem far too insightful.” While it could be taken the wrong way, the words had been meant as a compliment. ”Of course Threstrals are real.” “I knew it!” He exclaimed practically skipping at the confirmation that Threstrals were indeed non-fiction. “I heard rumors that you had to see death, perhaps I haven't seen death that is vivid enough to allow me sight.” He admitted. “I didn't even know that they were considered a threat.” He admitted. “I'd really like to see one, but I'm not sure I'd like to see death... Maybe there is some sort of charm or something.. A loophole..” Giddy like a schoolgirlboy Ridley was left wondering if there was a way around the rule. After all, there was an exception for every rule. Ridley was instantly filled with excitement when the man introduced himself as Cole Arden, the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. Holding up his hand in an awkwardly placed position for a “High-Five” he lowered his hand realizing most wizards weren't familiar with the sentiment. “Forgi-I mean I'm sor- Er.. It's a hard habit to break...” Ridley explained rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “I've been trying to knock the formalities for the longest time, it's just how I was raised. So its safe to assume I'll be seeing you at Hogwarts?” He asked his voice betraying his excitement. “It's been such a long while since I met someone who was actually interesting to carry conversation with! Not to say the other faculty are boring, of course.” He defended quickly. “M-Well, if you're interested, maybe we can hang out.” template by eliza @ shadowplay

[eleven]