02-24-2014, 02:55 PM
He'd put off shopping for Andromeda's birthday gift until it was nearly too late, but Orpheus did not plan to repeat the mistake with Felix's birthday in a month, which was why the older man found himself walking into Quality Quidditch Supplies for the first time in his life that late February.
Quidditch had never been his cup of tea, personally; Orpheus enjoyed theory more than activity, and as far as he could tell there was very little strategy involved in a typical Quidditch game, but it was the sort of thing his younger brother liked, so it was here that Orpheus had begun his quest for presents. It quickly became obvious, however, that he had no idea what he was looking for; after wandering the tightly packed aisles for nearly ten minutes, he'd started to wonder whether he couldn't just bribe Grimm or one of the Department of Games and Sports boys to come down here and do this shopping for him.
He had made up his mind to leave and come back with at least a second opinion about what to buy a seventeen year old boy, and had turned and started for the exit, when something tugged on his trouser leg. Glancing down, he realized he'd gotten his pants snagged on a metal grate, which contained a bin full of snitches. The realization came a moment too late; propelled by his momentum, the spring on the little grate gave way, and soon an avalanche of little gold balls had been unleashed on the floor.
"Merlin," he swore, disentangling himself and crouching to gather the fallen snitches. He had half an armload full, when, obviously, they unfurled their tiny wings in unison and took flight, spinning off in all different directions as the startled store worker jumped up from the desk.
Of course all the snitches were flying. With his luck, what else could possibly have happened?
"Merlin's ghost," he groaned, thankful that, at least, he had six or seven already ensnared. Which only left... About thirty to catch.
Quidditch had never been his cup of tea, personally; Orpheus enjoyed theory more than activity, and as far as he could tell there was very little strategy involved in a typical Quidditch game, but it was the sort of thing his younger brother liked, so it was here that Orpheus had begun his quest for presents. It quickly became obvious, however, that he had no idea what he was looking for; after wandering the tightly packed aisles for nearly ten minutes, he'd started to wonder whether he couldn't just bribe Grimm or one of the Department of Games and Sports boys to come down here and do this shopping for him.
He had made up his mind to leave and come back with at least a second opinion about what to buy a seventeen year old boy, and had turned and started for the exit, when something tugged on his trouser leg. Glancing down, he realized he'd gotten his pants snagged on a metal grate, which contained a bin full of snitches. The realization came a moment too late; propelled by his momentum, the spring on the little grate gave way, and soon an avalanche of little gold balls had been unleashed on the floor.
"Merlin," he swore, disentangling himself and crouching to gather the fallen snitches. He had half an armload full, when, obviously, they unfurled their tiny wings in unison and took flight, spinning off in all different directions as the startled store worker jumped up from the desk.
Of course all the snitches were flying. With his luck, what else could possibly have happened?
"Merlin's ghost," he groaned, thankful that, at least, he had six or seven already ensnared. Which only left... About thirty to catch.
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