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 Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 10:19 pm
Things were just beginning to get back to normal for Elliot. The other members of the his house had finally stopped teasing him whenever he passed by, instead saving it for when he committed some social faux pas. (To their credit, this was still quite often.) He still got the cold shoulder a lot, but it was only marginally worse than usual. At least he didn't have to worry about returning to a hostile dormitory at the end of the day any longer. That was what he would call a success!
These days, Elliot had been spending more of his time in the busier areas of Hogwarts castle. It hadn't really served to improve his reputation at all, but he liked watching people sometimes, even if he didn't actually belong there. Of course, because people aren't generally fond of being stalked, it had gotten him into trouble on occasion, but that was a risk Elliot was willing to take.
Elliot was doing just this one Sunday just after noon, minding others' business and eating a handful of mints that he had taken from the midday meal. Five minutes had passed since Elliot noticed Quillan standing around across the hall, addressing other students as they passed by. Elliot had long since forgiven Quill and watched curiously, thinking the other boy would leave soon, but as another three minutes passed, it became clear that he wasn't going anywhere. Mints still in hand, Elliot hopped off the windowsill that he was perched upon, grabbed his bag, and jogged over to see what the fuss was all about!
"Hello Quill-an!" he announced cheerfully. "What is it that you are doing?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 2:39 pm
"But. surely someone like yourself sees the advantages in something like this,” Quillan’s eyes twinkled something mischievous and he looked into the other Slytherin’s eyes. He had the kid around his finger—hook, line, and sinker! The kid was looking hesitant—but that’s how they all were. Ink bombs weren’t exactly allowed in Hogwarts—”You can hit any Gryffindor you want from afar—the only reason you were hit last time was because she saw you…” Quillan went on, ”With all these long expanses of stairs… you have numerous perches—it’d be the ambush of the century and you’d be behind it!”
The kid nodded, fully convinced now. He took out of his pocket some money, ”Ah-ah-ah! Same rate as last time, comrade…” Quillan hid the smirk from his face, replacing it with a serious looking grin. The kid cursed under his breath but retrieved more from the depth of his pockets. ”That’s it now—good man.” Quillan noted, reaching into his own pockets to trade the ink bombs.
And the transaction was done! And once again, Quillan got some dumb rich sucker to pay far more than the ink bombs were actually worth. All in a day’s work… he thought happily, putting the money into his pouch.
As he did, he heard a voice in front of him. ”Oy, how’s it going, Elliot?” Quillan inquired—he liked this boy, he had spunk AND he was easy to manipulate! ”I’m just over here selling… my goods, if you know what I mean.” This time, he allowed the smirk to cover his face. ”Anything you’re looking for, kiddo?”
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 3:56 pm
Elliot's eyes darted about in confusion. He didn't see any of these so-called goods. Either Quillan had his wares hidden somewhere or he was lying to him. He wasn't sure why he would lie about such a thing, but Quill didn't exactly have the best record in Elliot's book. He could be so strange.
"Ah- no, I was just... o-observing!" Elliot laughed, hoping Quillan wouldn't think anything odd about that. He was just a bystander, after all! Harmless! "What is it you 'ave? Do you need help?"
Elliot's eyes brightened and he grinned hopefully. If Quill was, in fact, selling anything, it sounded like a good opportunity to improve his marketing strategies! After all, if he ever wanted to be a brilliant inventor, he would have to learn to sell his ideas. And, frankly, that was something with which Elliot had trouble...
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 11:11 am
Quillan gave Elliot an inquisitive look when the Ravenclaw said he was "observing" but didn't give it much thought--this was Elliot he was talking to, after all. Not to mention, even I have had my moments of observing people... Generally it was closer to stalking prey, however. Ah--those moments in the astrology tower pegging students downwind with ink bombs... Those were the days!
It didn't take Quillan long to realize that Elliot wasn't going to buy anything from him and he quickly slid the rest of his merchandise in the crevices of his robes. "Just some stuff," Quillan responded vaguely, waving his hand dismissively.
Do I need help? The kid's question was something to think about. "Why, I don't suppose you have a knack for being a salesman, do you, Elliot?" Quillan inquired, half-jokingly--because what were the chances that this socially awkward kid could ever even carry a detailed conversation with a person--let alone try to sell something to them! Though... that would be quite an amusing sight... A smirk appeared on Quillan's face.
"I know what you can do--as a little test..." Quillan mused, talking out a pen from his robe. "Try to sell this bad-boy to me--I mean, REALLY sell it to me--make me believe I need this pen to survive."
And let the stutters begin! Quillan thought wickedly, awaiting some rich entertainment.
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