Door To Door
Date: 13 April 2005
Characters: Gervease Porter (NPC), Retcon (NPC), Horace Slughorn
Location: Horace's home then the streets of SHH
Status: Public
Summary: You want to sell me WHAT!!!???
Completion: Incomplete
Gervease Porter looked for a doorbell, hesitated, remembered where he was, then knocked loudly. After a short pause the door swung open. He looked into the hallway and couldn't see anyone, then a voice said "You is wanting something?" He glanced around, then thought to look down. A house-elf was standing at the door.
"Good afternoon, sir or madame," said Gervease. "Is the lady of the house at home?"
"Is no lady," said the house-elf.
"Then could I see the man of the house please?"
"Retcon will go and ask," said the house-elf, shutting the door before Gervease thought to obstruct it.
There was a short pause, then the door was opened again by a short fat man with a drooping moustache, wearing heavy dragon-hide gauntlets and wizarding robes, who said "Yes?" in a frosty tone.
"Good afternoon, Sir. I'm here to show you the latest wizarding miracle from Amalgamated Consolidated Potions, potions without pain for the busy witch or wizard."
"Really." Definitely frosty, thought Gervease.
"Sir, have you or any of your loved ones ever suffered from blocked chimneys?"
"Yes..." There was something oddly threatening in the wizard's voice, and as always Gervease wished that he wasn't a squib, just magical enough to be allowed contact with the magical community, without any of the advantages of magic.
"Then ACP have the solution for you, sir, the miracle of the age, Old Slughorns Soot Suppressor, is guaranteed..."
"Just a moment," said the wizard. He picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet that sat on a shelf next to the umbrella stand, and pointed to an advertisement. "You mean this stuff?"
"That's it, sir," Gervease said enthusiastically. "Old Slughorns is..." The wizard raised his wand, seemed to be about to cast a spell, then restrained himself with an obvious visible effort. "Um... is there a problem, sir?" asked Gervease.
"Have you ever actually looked at that advertisement, young man?"
"Of course, sir, it's..... oh. oh... Oh dear..."
"Exactly. Now then, was there anything else?"
"Um..."
"Good. Good day, young man. Unless you want to help me test Slughorn's Superior Salesman Eradicator?"
"Um... no thanks."
"Pity." The door swung closed with a firm click.
Gervease picked up his bag. Bad luck to get the man himself at the first house he tried, but after all it was Friday the 13th. At least the worst was over now, after this things could only improve.
He walked towards the next house that looked like it might be occupied, and knocked
"Good afternoon, is the lady of the house at home?"
Characters: Gervease Porter (NPC), Retcon (NPC), Horace Slughorn
Location: Horace's home then the streets of SHH
Status: Public
Summary: You want to sell me WHAT!!!???
Completion: Incomplete
Gervease Porter looked for a doorbell, hesitated, remembered where he was, then knocked loudly. After a short pause the door swung open. He looked into the hallway and couldn't see anyone, then a voice said "You is wanting something?" He glanced around, then thought to look down. A house-elf was standing at the door.
"Good afternoon, sir or madame," said Gervease. "Is the lady of the house at home?"
"Is no lady," said the house-elf.
"Then could I see the man of the house please?"
"Retcon will go and ask," said the house-elf, shutting the door before Gervease thought to obstruct it.
There was a short pause, then the door was opened again by a short fat man with a drooping moustache, wearing heavy dragon-hide gauntlets and wizarding robes, who said "Yes?" in a frosty tone.
"Good afternoon, Sir. I'm here to show you the latest wizarding miracle from Amalgamated Consolidated Potions, potions without pain for the busy witch or wizard."
"Really." Definitely frosty, thought Gervease.
"Sir, have you or any of your loved ones ever suffered from blocked chimneys?"
"Yes..." There was something oddly threatening in the wizard's voice, and as always Gervease wished that he wasn't a squib, just magical enough to be allowed contact with the magical community, without any of the advantages of magic.
"Then ACP have the solution for you, sir, the miracle of the age, Old Slughorns Soot Suppressor, is guaranteed..."
"Just a moment," said the wizard. He picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet that sat on a shelf next to the umbrella stand, and pointed to an advertisement. "You mean this stuff?"
"That's it, sir," Gervease said enthusiastically. "Old Slughorns is..." The wizard raised his wand, seemed to be about to cast a spell, then restrained himself with an obvious visible effort. "Um... is there a problem, sir?" asked Gervease.
"Have you ever actually looked at that advertisement, young man?"
"Of course, sir, it's..... oh. oh... Oh dear..."
"Exactly. Now then, was there anything else?"
"Um..."
"Good. Good day, young man. Unless you want to help me test Slughorn's Superior Salesman Eradicator?"
"Um... no thanks."
"Pity." The door swung closed with a firm click.
Gervease picked up his bag. Bad luck to get the man himself at the first house he tried, but after all it was Friday the 13th. At least the worst was over now, after this things could only improve.
He walked towards the next house that looked like it might be occupied, and knocked
"Good afternoon, is the lady of the house at home?"