Joint RP - Morri and Baasima
Morri and Baasima
Morri
There were always more books needed, Morri thought unhappily to himself as he made the trek from the Malfoy Manor to the bookstore. It was bad enough Lucius thought he was better than the rest of the world (ok, so he was certainly scarier than the rest of the world because he wouldn't hesitate to kill/maim/torture you if you weren't looking and no one in a position of authority was watching), but sending people out on errands for his little boy? This was pushing it.
Not that Draco was particularly little anymore, it was just... the principle of the matter.
Stepping inside the shop, Morri glanced around furtively to ensure no one had spotted him. He didn't want to get a reputation for being the Malfoy errand boy (even if that's what he basically was on occasion).
Not that Draco was particularly little anymore, it was just... the principle of the matter.
Stepping inside the shop, Morri glanced around furtively to ensure no one had spotted him. He didn't want to get a reputation for being the Malfoy errand boy (even if that's what he basically was on occasion).
Baasima
Libraries had become a regularity for him, to say the least. Bearing in mind his current occupation, there was a limited amount of money in his bank account - and he need not spend it on items that he could check out for no cost whatsoever. The problem arose upon the realization that several of the books he needed to read weren't present at all upon the shelves, nor listed in their computer. Which left Baasima with two choices - neither very appealing. One was that he not read the novel and shuffle on in life, wondering constantly what it may have contained - and the other was that he merely go purchase it from the bookshop. He normally chose the first, unless of course the books had something to do with his study. Which just happened to be the case today, as he briskly passed other individuals on the sidewalk.
Upon entering the building, he eyed Morri with a look of disinterest, his head cocking to the side mere moments before he spoke, somewhat hesitantly: "Pardon your time - but do you suppose you could tell me where Malleus Maleficarum is located?" He felt particularly tired of reading so much - more so exasperated with the classes he was reading them for. Studying was a chore, and he wanted so desperately for it to be over with soon.
He tapped a small and thoughtful foot.
Which was, more than likely, one of the reasons he paid little heed to the fact that the hybrid whom he was speaking to wore no name-tag. Nor did he seem particularly comfortable, as his eyes flicked about the store uncertainly. Had he been paying more attention to the others uncomfortable gestures, he'd have immediately known that he did not work here.
But he hadn't, and he waited - characteristically impatient - for a reply.
Upon entering the building, he eyed Morri with a look of disinterest, his head cocking to the side mere moments before he spoke, somewhat hesitantly: "Pardon your time - but do you suppose you could tell me where Malleus Maleficarum is located?" He felt particularly tired of reading so much - more so exasperated with the classes he was reading them for. Studying was a chore, and he wanted so desperately for it to be over with soon.
He tapped a small and thoughtful foot.
Which was, more than likely, one of the reasons he paid little heed to the fact that the hybrid whom he was speaking to wore no name-tag. Nor did he seem particularly comfortable, as his eyes flicked about the store uncertainly. Had he been paying more attention to the others uncomfortable gestures, he'd have immediately known that he did not work here.
But he hadn't, and he waited - characteristically impatient - for a reply.
