The Return... of Roran.

[stronghammer]

Roran stepped back, wiping the back of his hand on his forehead. He gazed eagerly at the sign he had just hung:

"Wedding Rings: Discount Prices!"

He hoped someone would take him up on it... and that he had spelled it right.

((OOC: I'm back! So, come bother me!))

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[mischief_george]

Wandering by, hands in his pockets, George had been musing on the relative merits of creating a plastic cockroach who could sing 'God Save the Queen' when stepped on when he spotted Roran's sign. And a cartoon Muggle light bulb like he'd seen on the telly went off above his head. All right, it didn't really, but now he definitely wanted to think of a way one might. A hat, perhaps? Or some kind of gum?

The Hat had recently gone mad, marrying off people to partners they'd much rather not have. It was a situation absolutely begging for pranking supplies. What about providing an unwanted spouse with a ring that would render them mute? Or getting one for yourself that muffled snoring? Or blocked bad odors? Or even made the wearer invisible precioussss? The possibilities for profit were endless!

Humming a jaunty tune, George sauntered up to Roran and stuck out one hand. "George Weasley," he introduced himself, "of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. I think that this is the start of a beautiful friendship, mate."

[stronghammer]

Roran had heard of Fred and George before- who hadn't?- and knew that this would, indeed, end up being a great friendship.

"Roran Garrowson," he replied, taking the twin's hand, "of Carvahall. I do believe you're right, Mr. Weasley."

After a moment, Roran dove into salesman mode. "So, what can I do for you? Might I interest you in a ring? I have several cast in silver." Took me all bloody afternoon, I might add, he thought dourly.

"Though, of course, if silver is not to your liking, I have several others, or you can leave an order..."

[mischief_george]

"Smashing to meet you, Roran. And I'm interested in the lot of them. Or as many as you'll sell me." George grinned at the man. "I want to make a whole pranking line for wedding rings. Strike while the iron is hot."

Get it? Iron? Striking? Hot? Because Roran was a metalworker? George was quite pleased with his pun, thank you very much.

"How much are you charging, my good man?" George whipped out his bag of Wizarding money with a wink and flourish. "Good craftsmanship, here. These will be brilliant for what I'm hoping to do with them."

[stronghammer]

Pranks? Now Roran was really interested. "I'll sell you all these," Roran gestured at the display, "for... 8 of those silver whatchamacallits." Roran found this a reasonable price. After all, there were at least 30 rings in the case.

"What is it you plan on doing with them? And can I help?" Roran inquired.

[tomowildcat]

Tomo inspects the sign thoughtfully. Or blankly. It's hard to tell.

"So did the Hat hire you to do this? 'Cause I think it was the only one of us who wanted to get married. And can you make a wedding ring for a Hat? Wouldn't it fall off?"

[stronghammer]

Roran laughed. "No, I was not hired by the Hat. This is just a... minor project of mine, if you will."

Then he noticed: he had never met this girl before. "Do forgive me, miss. I seem to have lost my manners. Roran Garrowson, of Carvahall. I don't believe I've had the pleasure, Miss...?" He extended a hand in a friendly manner.

[tomowildcat]

((Sorry for the delay. Momninja = workninjaing when Mom's here.))

"Yeah, I guess the Hat wouldn't bother with 'em anyway. I'm Tomo Takino, the most energetic girl in Hufflepuff! Stuck on the beet farm with Douche! Nice to meet ya!" Roran may or may not have noticed some irritated and sopping house elves stomping off looking fed up at herding Tomo.

[stronghammer]

Roran grinned. "The pleasure's all mine, Miss Takino."

"Now, Miss Takino, may I interest you in a ring?" Roran said, jovially. That was when he noticed the elves. "Er... Might I inquire to ask what that was all about?"

[hobodoktor]

Awesome. Wedding rings! That's what his family's missing!

"I want your fanciest smanchiest rings ever!"

And then he spotted the ugliest rings that were actually hidden.

"Those will do fine!" He pointed to them.

[stronghammer]

Roran wasn't entirely sure as to what it was, but couldn't turn away a customer... After all, those rings were going to be melted down again anyhow...

"Very well, sir. That will be..." he counted out the sum in his head. "4 copper pieces. And whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

[hobodoktor]

"I'm Doctor Hobo! Remember, I'm a doctor," he said as he's paying Ronan.

[stronghammer]

"Well, good Doctor, I thank you for your patronage." Roran smiled.

"Ahh, and if you see my cousin Eragon around, would you let him know I'm looking for him?" Roran asked. He believed Eragon would be thrilled.

[tallyhopippip]

Oh, what a splendid idea! He and Doug don't have wedding rings yet, and George can just get some here.

"Well, hello, young chap! I'm interested in a couple of rings for my husband and I."

Note that George is still dressed as Georgina.

[stronghammer]

Roran stopped. There was a man woman person asking him for a pair of wedding rings for... itself... and its... husband?

Then he remembered where he was. "Um, yes, of course, right this way, sir." Okay, so he had made an educated (laughable) guess as to what it was...

Roran tried his hardest to look the part of salesman. "Is there anything you like... sir? If there is nothing here that suits you-" No telling what that was, mind you- "then you can fill out an order form." Roran flourished the aforementioned form towards the... thing. "I will try my best to craft what you ask for."

[tallyhopippip]

"Oh, these are splendid!" he gushed over a pair of silver rings. "Is it possible to get something engraved on the inside of the band?"

[stronghammer]

"Absolutely, good... sir!" Roran stuttered. "And what, may I ask, can I engrave for you?"