RP: The Quidditch Fundraiser

[rar_oliver]

Date: July 13, 1999.
Characters: Oliver Wood, many others.
Location: Cannon's Pitch.
Status: Public
Summary: The World Cup fundraiser goes over rather well.
Completion: InComplete

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[rar_adrian]

Adrian dusted off his summer robes. He had enjoyed the match, but the stadium had been crowded and he felt wrinkled and disheveled. A quick freshening charm made him feel a bit better.

He made his way over to where the food and drinks were set up and ordered a beverage. He wondered if Flint would show up, although he seriously doubted it. Maybe he needed to broaden his horizons and chat up someone else.

[rar_george]

George had managed to find something to drink and was contemplating food when he spotted Pucey. Verity had said something, a couple times actually, about having run into him...and shrivelfigs?

George chuckled as he remembered her excited ramble and how he'd tuned it out with the occasional 'uh-huh, thanks' that generally kept her happy. but maybe there was more to it than she'd let on?

He approached Pucey, swallowing the last bite of the little chicken thing he'd snagged, wiping his hand off. "I hear I'm supposed to expect a visit from you about shrivelfig juice, or some such. 'course, knowing Verity, it could be juicy figs, or shriveled lettuce, but..."

[rar_adrian]

Adrian tried not to grimace as he watched George wipe his hand across his outfit. It wouldn't do to make faces at potential customers.

"Shriveled lettuce? Unless you've a hungry flobberworm, I can't imagine what you'd need shriveled lettuce for, but I suspect that's beside the point. I believe Verity was referring to substandard supplies. Perhaps I can be of service?"

[rar_george]

"She gets pretty excited when she finds something interesting," George said with a shrug. "Said she ran into you, and was kind of...well, incoherent, really. I gave her a couple of those 'uh-huh' sounds, but later, well, I guess it sunk in.

"You working with suppliers now? Or supplying things yourself? I can't help thinking there's got to be someone with fairer prices and better quality than what I'm getting now. Loyalty has its place, but frankly, I'd rather the Galleons than them being grateful for my loyalty..."

[rar_adrian]

"Well, the night I met her, Flint tried to ply her with Firewhiskey. I struck up a conversation with her, and she mentioned you were unhappy with some of your supplies. I of course offered my services." He smirked. "I mean, if your're going to sprout feathers, you may as well do it with a product made from superior ingredients."

He pulled a card out of a pocket in his robe. "I took over the family business, and shifted the focus from dark artifacts to potion ingredients. Seemed more profitable, I thought." It also seemed less likely get him thrown in Azkaban, as well.

"I've been supplying most of the shops in Hogsmeade since the beginning of the year. What ingredients and quantities are we speaking of?"

[rar_george]

George chuckled. "Definitely. Superior feathers are an absolute necessity." He took the card, looking it over, then flexing it in his hand.

"I'll bet it's a good bit more profitable," he agreed, then thought for a moment. "Verity was just talking about shrivelfigs, but I'm not happy with a lot of the stuff I've been getting. Just couldn't find anyone else, so I was stuck picking what I could from bad lots..."

He tucked the card into his jeans pocket absently. "Mostly legit stuff," he said with a sideways grin, then ran a hand through his hair. "There's not much that calls for Untradeables. Billywig stings go in a lot, just for the unpredictability of the result. I could owl you a list of what I use in a typical month, and see what you think?" Merlin, it would be nice to have decent stuff coming in...

[rar_adrian]

"Both profitable and a bit less likely to have the Ministry breathing down my neck at every turn, if you get my drift." Adrian smiled grimly. He'd anticipated being watched by the Ministry, but their poking about in his business was getting tiresome.

"A list would be lovely. You can owl it to me, or my work Floo is on my card." He held out his hand. "I look forward to working with you, Weasley." Merlin, if his father could see him now.

[rar_george]

George nodded; he didn't even want to imagine what it must be like, to be watched by the Ministry like a criminal, even though you, yourself, hadn't done a thing...

He took Adrian's hand, giving it a firm shake. "I'll get something out to you soon, then. Thank you..."