RP: While the boss is away . . .

[rar_marcus]

Date: Monday 10th June : lunch time
Characters: Marcus Flint, Gwenog Jones [NPC],
Location: Best Brooms on Diagon Alley,
Status: Private
Summary: Marcus is hard at work when an old frenemy walks in
Completion: Complete

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[rar_hestia]

Gwenog walked towards Best Brooms, humming happily. Mr. Best had sent her an owl last week that her baby was ready - a custom built broom she'd named 'Conqueror'. She'd sent it in for some regular maintenance, and she was glad it was ready. She was itching for to go for a ride on her little speed demon.

She walked into the shop and stopped. And stared. And then burst out laughing. Marcus Flint was standing ever-so-attentively behind the counter.

"My my, how the not-so-mighty have fallen into more-or-less their proper place," she said, still chuckling. "Although this really is too good for you. I won't hold my breath until Mr. Best gives you the sack."

[rar_marcus]

Oh, fuck. It had been a long time since Marcus had seen Gwenog, but not long enough. She was going to love this, and from the laugh it seemed she already was.

He wasn't stupid enough to reply to her dig. He just knew she'd complain to his boss if he was rude. So Marcus bit his lip and fought back the reply that would get him into a lot of trouble.

"Long time no see," he said, in as level a voice as he could after the way she had looked down on him.

"What can I do for you?"

The quicker I serve her, the quicker she gets out of here, he thought.

[rar_hestia]

"Well, you can tell me how exactly you conned Mr. Best into giving you this job. I heard you got fired from your last one. Knocked a bird over the head with a broomstick and sent her to St. Mungo's. What did she do, insult your face?" Gwenog smirked.

This was going to be really fun.

[rar_marcus]

Marcus scowled at Gwenog and clenched his fists.

"She fell," he spat out. "It had nothing to do with me."

That wasn't entirely true. He had given her the broom.

"The broom was faulty. And I didn't con anyone into giving me this job."

Gwenog seemed to know exactly how to get to him, the few times they had met before - at a couple of parties with the Quidditch crowd - she had been exactly the same.

[rar_hestia]

"Of course," Gwenog said, not believing a word coming out of his mouth.

"If you're working here, I guess you won't be flying with the Falcons, then? It's a shame. Everyone will miss you so much," she said, making a sad face.

[rar_marcus]

Marcus felt his face grow hot as Gwenog mentioned the Falcons. What a bitch.

"I'll be at try outs, so you'll be getting me back soon. Don't worry," he said, trying to stare her down. Why did these things always happen to him? Why did she have to come in now? Couldn't she have waited while his boss came back?

"Was there a reason for you being here? I wouldn't want to interrupt your busy schedule."

[rar_hestia]

"Will you really?" Gwenog smirked. She knew for a fact he wouldn't be taken back. "You know you should really stop by the Harpies tryouts. They're on the 26th. You might see something that'll interest you. Beside the obvious, of course."

Gwenog would never forgive Marcus for seducing her protegé Angela Dawson. When he'd finished with her, she was a mess. She never played again.

"If you really must know, I'm here to pick up my broom. Mr. Best made some adjustments for me."

[rar_marcus]

For some reason Gwenog really seemed to dislike him. What made it really bloody annoying was that he couldn't even think of a reason. He had played against her in the past, but was that really a reason to be so obnoxious?

Something that would interest him?

"And what would that be?" Marcus said.

He went into the workshop and had a quick look through the finished brooms that where waiting to be collected. He found Gwenog's and took it back, it looked like a racing broom.

"What sort of a name is Conqueror?" he asked Gwenog, nodding towards the gilt lettering that decorated the broom. Looked a great broom though, he'd love to be able to fly it.

[rar_hestia]

Gwenog make a clucking noise with her tongue and shook her head. "That would be telling. Why don't you just show up and see for yourself?"

Marcus brought her broom out and she took it from him, smiling. "It's the name of a bloody fast broom, it is. Fastest broom made in the world. Faster than anything that'll every fly in the league. Too dangerous for league play. Just the way I like it." She ran her hand lovingly down the shaft.

"Right. How much do I owe Mr. Best?" She said, snapping out of her reverie. She drew a pouch of Galleons out of her pocket and waited for Marcus to give her the total.

[rar_marcus]

"Since you've asked so nicely, I might turn up," Marcus said. He knew that she probably had something planned, something to show him up perhaps. But he did want to know what she was hinting at and he was smart enough to outwit her.

Watching the Harpies hopefuls try out would be pleasantly easy on the eye too.

Marcus eyed the broom enviously as Gwenog talked about it. One day. One day he's have one like that. No! A much better one.

Marcus handed Gwenog the bill Mr Best had left with the broom and waited for her to pay. He just hoped Gwenog was gone before his boss came back. She was bound to drop him in it somehow.

[rar_hestia]

"Good," Gwenog said, with a decidedly evil grin.

She looked at the bill and then carelessly tossed a pile of Galleons on the counter.

"See you around, Flint. If you don't get fired first, that is."

Gwenog walked out of the shop and hummed happily, her broomstick tucked under her arm. Seeing Flint down on his luck made her day so much better.