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Mundungus Jeremy Fletcher
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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:50 pm
No, s'a real antique, this. Queen wore it to her 50th birthday party, right here *taps his own greasy locks* 'round her temple, sparkled like fresh snow 'neath the stars. Clips into your hair nice -- fancy present for any little girlie this time of year, Christmas coming up and all... *Pauses when he spots a pair of familiar young faces at the mouth of the alley he's in which he's placed a blanket of his stolen wares; frowns at his attempted customer* Look, either y'want it or y'don't, haven't got the time to talk authenticity with a pigface like you - y'clearly don't appreciate the antiques.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:53 pm
*Whistles lightly* Looks like we found our crook... that Goblin bloke from Gringotts'll be pretty pissed when he finds out it was just Dung.
*Raises his voice* Oy, ********'!
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Mundungus Jeremy Fletcher
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:57 pm
*Grabs the hairpin back from his customer, cutting the man off before he can protest* Sorry, mate. Need a thousand cash the next time we meet if you're still interested. *Bounces back on his heels, a sweep of his hand collecting his blanket and glittering products as though magnetic; it spins against his palm, vanishing in a flash of light that leaves everyone squinting; shoots up a fire escape*
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:04 pm
*Apparates to the top of the fire escape with pop and wisp of white smoke, holding her wand towards the redhead*
Come on, Dung. We don't want to hurt you.
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