Century #47
Prompt: Sight
Words: 400
Just because he had lost an eye in the war did not mean Draco was leaping for the chance to get a new one. He had only respect for magical aids to the unfortunate, but he didn't exactly view the only person he'd ever known with a magical eye fondly.
Still, the salesperson was clearly aware that Draco was perhaps one of ten wizards on the earth who could actually afford to pay full price for the deluxe model, and was correspondingly determined to a frightening degree. He kept rambling on about warranties and being able to read a signboard from half a mile away. Draco couldn't imagine why he'd ever need to read a signboard from half a mile away, but apparently the magical eye would do it.
It was interesting enough, at least to pass the time, but Draco quickly got bored and cut the salesman off with what he expected to be his winning shot. "I've got a girlfriend, you know," he said languidly. "I'd rather not have to pop it in and out in front of her - and even beyond that, the appearance of your… 'all-seeing eye' as you call it, is more than enough to turn my stomach."
This had no discernable effect, except to set the man off on an excited rant about how he could actually watch his stomach turning - "360-degree rotation and scan-through ability guaranteed!" - until Draco explained that he, like most sane people, would rather he never saw his internal organs.
This clearly stumped the salesperson for quite some time. Finally, with the air of a man left with no choice, he leaned forward conspiratorially, met Draco's… eye, and began to enumerate on the further uses of 360-degree rotation and scan-through ability. Not even Draco could help being slightly intrigued by the possibilities, though it never would have been enough to change his opinion, honestly.
Ginny happened to enter the room right as the salesman, looking as though he wished he only had one eye, was waxing poetical about the filter abilities (anything could be filtered: stone, wood… clothing). Pandemonium predictably ensued, and somehow Draco's girlfriend managed to accomplish driving off the salesman in a mere two minutes. Left with no other victim, she turned snarling female fury on her mostly defenseless boyfriend.
Draco gulped, and tried to redirect the pain. "Uh, you realize Moody has that model?"
Words: 400
Just because he had lost an eye in the war did not mean Draco was leaping for the chance to get a new one. He had only respect for magical aids to the unfortunate, but he didn't exactly view the only person he'd ever known with a magical eye fondly.
Still, the salesperson was clearly aware that Draco was perhaps one of ten wizards on the earth who could actually afford to pay full price for the deluxe model, and was correspondingly determined to a frightening degree. He kept rambling on about warranties and being able to read a signboard from half a mile away. Draco couldn't imagine why he'd ever need to read a signboard from half a mile away, but apparently the magical eye would do it.
It was interesting enough, at least to pass the time, but Draco quickly got bored and cut the salesman off with what he expected to be his winning shot. "I've got a girlfriend, you know," he said languidly. "I'd rather not have to pop it in and out in front of her - and even beyond that, the appearance of your… 'all-seeing eye' as you call it, is more than enough to turn my stomach."
This had no discernable effect, except to set the man off on an excited rant about how he could actually watch his stomach turning - "360-degree rotation and scan-through ability guaranteed!" - until Draco explained that he, like most sane people, would rather he never saw his internal organs.
This clearly stumped the salesperson for quite some time. Finally, with the air of a man left with no choice, he leaned forward conspiratorially, met Draco's… eye, and began to enumerate on the further uses of 360-degree rotation and scan-through ability. Not even Draco could help being slightly intrigued by the possibilities, though it never would have been enough to change his opinion, honestly.
Ginny happened to enter the room right as the salesman, looking as though he wished he only had one eye, was waxing poetical about the filter abilities (anything could be filtered: stone, wood… clothing). Pandemonium predictably ensued, and somehow Draco's girlfriend managed to accomplish driving off the salesman in a mere two minutes. Left with no other victim, she turned snarling female fury on her mostly defenseless boyfriend.
Draco gulped, and tried to redirect the pain. "Uh, you realize Moody has that model?"