RP: Stocking Up
Date: 22 and 23rd March 2005
Characters: Horace Slughorn
Location: Exeter
Status: Private
Summary: Horace Anticipates Shortages
Completion: Complete
"Fatty's back again," said Doris, glancing across the supermarket.
"Fourth time in two days, isn't it?" said Evita, putting a new till roll into her cash register. "He must be feeding a bloody big family... not to mention all the toilet paper he's bought."
"Maybe it's for one of those expeditions. He's buying cans and stuff that'll keep for a long time. No fresh foods or frozen at all."
"He's headed for Beryl," said Evita, watching the fat man push a wire trolley loaded with a small mountain of supplies towards the checkout.
"Any chance of paying this?" asked a customer, getting a little annoyed at the delay.
"Sorry," said Evita, and started to ring in her shopping. By the time she and Doris were able to watch again the fat man was loading the last of his purchases into a small tartan cloth shopping trolley. It looked far too small to hold everything he'd bought, but somehow it was all fitting in. The fat man paid his bill, tipped his hat to Beryl, and wheeled his trolley out.
"Must be elastic," said Doris. "Or some sort of conjuring trick."
"Naah, it's the bloody TARDIS, isn't it."
"Any Daleks turn up you can have them."
In the laughter that followed they forgot their mysterious customer.
Outside Horace found a quiet spot and apparated home, side-apparating the transfigured chest and fifty pounds or so of groceries. Whatever happened, he had no intention of running short of supplies.
Characters: Horace Slughorn
Location: Exeter
Status: Private
Summary: Horace Anticipates Shortages
Completion: Complete
"Fatty's back again," said Doris, glancing across the supermarket.
"Fourth time in two days, isn't it?" said Evita, putting a new till roll into her cash register. "He must be feeding a bloody big family... not to mention all the toilet paper he's bought."
"Maybe it's for one of those expeditions. He's buying cans and stuff that'll keep for a long time. No fresh foods or frozen at all."
"He's headed for Beryl," said Evita, watching the fat man push a wire trolley loaded with a small mountain of supplies towards the checkout.
"Any chance of paying this?" asked a customer, getting a little annoyed at the delay.
"Sorry," said Evita, and started to ring in her shopping. By the time she and Doris were able to watch again the fat man was loading the last of his purchases into a small tartan cloth shopping trolley. It looked far too small to hold everything he'd bought, but somehow it was all fitting in. The fat man paid his bill, tipped his hat to Beryl, and wheeled his trolley out.
"Must be elastic," said Doris. "Or some sort of conjuring trick."
"Naah, it's the bloody TARDIS, isn't it."
"Any Daleks turn up you can have them."
In the laughter that followed they forgot their mysterious customer.
Outside Horace found a quiet spot and apparated home, side-apparating the transfigured chest and fifty pounds or so of groceries. Whatever happened, he had no intention of running short of supplies.