RP: Sales are...
Date: January 2, 2005
Characters: Gilderoy Lockhart, and...???
Location: The Gildery Shop
Status: Public
Summary: Gilderoy contemplates logistics while he rearranges things in his shop.
Completion: Incomplete
“I’m going upstairs,” Gilderoy told Knobby. “After you finish that robe, would you start on the matching waistcoat? Thank you.”
Gilderoy had finished several garments in the past few days, putting finishing touches on them and preparing them for sale. Unfortunately, he was running out of some basic supplies. Seti had offered to contact her relatives overseas and have them send more fabric and thread as he needed it, but he was reluctant to use her connections like that. If he kept expecting her to bail him out every time he started running low, Julian would begin to get quite cross.
No, he would have to find someone who could provide him with fabric. Since there was nobody in town with such skills, he would have to go to the Muggle world and try to find contacts there.
Which was completely daft. What did Gilderoy know about the Muggle world? Other than that one time he went there with Seti, he hadn’t been but once in his life, and that was when he accidently found himself wandering out of the Leakey Cauldron on a supervised jaunt outside of St. Mungo’s one day.
Muggles had strange devices they used, they ignored everything the passed by unless it had bright colors, they didn’t talk to each other as a general rule, and most of them had an obsession with potatoes fried in oil. It was all very mysterious, and a little scary. Besides, from what he’d seen of Muggle clothes, the quality of fabric he would find there would be quite low unless he wanted to make Wizarding robes out of denim.
No, he would have to find suppliers in the Wizarding world.
Gilderoy looked around his shop. There really wasn’t any reason sales should be so slow. He had rearranged all of the yarn so it would look fluffy and soft, and the few bundles of fabric he had set aside for sales sat there waiting for a new home, but still looking rather lonely.
He had arranged his shop so that everything would look full and prosperous. The yarn was all assembled, organized by fibre content and color in the shelving on the north wall of the store. Fabric was on the South wall along the sideboards, and on pedestals. He had tacked a quilt up on that wall to add to the decor. There were two pedestals of yarn over on the north side, and all of the crochet hooks and knitting needles were collected together on a narrow table in front of the counter.
It was a small shop, but he still needed more to fill it.
Julian had suggested he use the downtown apartment to sell the clothing he was making. However, it seemed he would need that space to sell his own wares. After Jack finished outfitting the shop, that is. Perhaps he could expand somewhere eventually. Julian’s building had a lot of space, and it was really only the first floor the man would need for his tins and things.
In the mean time, Gilderoy decided he would just make do with what he had here. It was a good thing Wizarding robes only came in a few sizes, and could easily be altered. But the problem was finding a place to put them for now. He could easily pull his dress form upstairs and use that to display one of them. And it would be easy enough to transfigure one of the kitchen chairs into another dress form to “wear” the children’s size robes.
Knobby was becoming quite adept at making the smaller robes. She had even begun experimenting with different kinds of stitches to embellish the seams and hems.
After setting up the two dress forms in the corner by the counter, dressing them in the finest wizarding robes he had made so far, and setting up a table between them with the three other robes he had finished folded neatly on it, he stood back and surveyed his new “tailoring” section. Gilderoy cast a few glamour charms on the table skirting to make it white and beautiful. He also “painted” the corner a cheerful pumpkin orange color. It really accented the wainscoting, and made the blackness of the robes stand out well against it.
To make doubly sure everything was in order, he stepped back to the front door and surveyed the entire front room. It looked as good as it could under the circumstances.
He really needed more space.
Characters: Gilderoy Lockhart, and...???
Location: The Gildery Shop
Status: Public
Summary: Gilderoy contemplates logistics while he rearranges things in his shop.
Completion: Incomplete
“I’m going upstairs,” Gilderoy told Knobby. “After you finish that robe, would you start on the matching waistcoat? Thank you.”
Gilderoy had finished several garments in the past few days, putting finishing touches on them and preparing them for sale. Unfortunately, he was running out of some basic supplies. Seti had offered to contact her relatives overseas and have them send more fabric and thread as he needed it, but he was reluctant to use her connections like that. If he kept expecting her to bail him out every time he started running low, Julian would begin to get quite cross.
No, he would have to find someone who could provide him with fabric. Since there was nobody in town with such skills, he would have to go to the Muggle world and try to find contacts there.
Which was completely daft. What did Gilderoy know about the Muggle world? Other than that one time he went there with Seti, he hadn’t been but once in his life, and that was when he accidently found himself wandering out of the Leakey Cauldron on a supervised jaunt outside of St. Mungo’s one day.
Muggles had strange devices they used, they ignored everything the passed by unless it had bright colors, they didn’t talk to each other as a general rule, and most of them had an obsession with potatoes fried in oil. It was all very mysterious, and a little scary. Besides, from what he’d seen of Muggle clothes, the quality of fabric he would find there would be quite low unless he wanted to make Wizarding robes out of denim.
No, he would have to find suppliers in the Wizarding world.
Gilderoy looked around his shop. There really wasn’t any reason sales should be so slow. He had rearranged all of the yarn so it would look fluffy and soft, and the few bundles of fabric he had set aside for sales sat there waiting for a new home, but still looking rather lonely.
He had arranged his shop so that everything would look full and prosperous. The yarn was all assembled, organized by fibre content and color in the shelving on the north wall of the store. Fabric was on the South wall along the sideboards, and on pedestals. He had tacked a quilt up on that wall to add to the decor. There were two pedestals of yarn over on the north side, and all of the crochet hooks and knitting needles were collected together on a narrow table in front of the counter.
It was a small shop, but he still needed more to fill it.
Julian had suggested he use the downtown apartment to sell the clothing he was making. However, it seemed he would need that space to sell his own wares. After Jack finished outfitting the shop, that is. Perhaps he could expand somewhere eventually. Julian’s building had a lot of space, and it was really only the first floor the man would need for his tins and things.
In the mean time, Gilderoy decided he would just make do with what he had here. It was a good thing Wizarding robes only came in a few sizes, and could easily be altered. But the problem was finding a place to put them for now. He could easily pull his dress form upstairs and use that to display one of them. And it would be easy enough to transfigure one of the kitchen chairs into another dress form to “wear” the children’s size robes.
Knobby was becoming quite adept at making the smaller robes. She had even begun experimenting with different kinds of stitches to embellish the seams and hems.
After setting up the two dress forms in the corner by the counter, dressing them in the finest wizarding robes he had made so far, and setting up a table between them with the three other robes he had finished folded neatly on it, he stood back and surveyed his new “tailoring” section. Gilderoy cast a few glamour charms on the table skirting to make it white and beautiful. He also “painted” the corner a cheerful pumpkin orange color. It really accented the wainscoting, and made the blackness of the robes stand out well against it.
To make doubly sure everything was in order, he stepped back to the front door and surveyed the entire front room. It looked as good as it could under the circumstances.
He really needed more space.