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Who: Pepper and OPEN
What: Pepper's working at the shop over the weekend.
Where: Stark's Wands
When: Saturday afternoon of Parents' Weekend
Rating: Probably SFW
Pepper loved Parents' Weekend. It was probably one of the busiest times of year for her, besides that weird upswing over the summer around sorting at Dresden when parents brought their children in for their very first wand. She doubted any one would actually purchase a wand today, but people liked to look and ask questions.
She made sure the shop was perfectly clean before she opened and spent the next several hours wandering politely hovering and being generally available for customers. She'd even dressed somewhat respectably, at least by her father's standards. As the afternoon lulled she took a seat behind the check out counter and flipped through the pages of a wizarding magazine that sold mostly bath products through the mail. A few customers milled about, but no one seemed particular keen for her attention or help. She started making out a list of the things she'd like to purchase and crunched the numbers in her head.
When she looked back up the shop was picking up again. There were more bodies pressed inside, some students mingling in with the parents. She pushed aside the magazine and made herself look more available, waiting for someone to take enough of an interest to speak with her.
What: Pepper's working at the shop over the weekend.
Where: Stark's Wands
When: Saturday afternoon of Parents' Weekend
Rating: Probably SFW
Pepper loved Parents' Weekend. It was probably one of the busiest times of year for her, besides that weird upswing over the summer around sorting at Dresden when parents brought their children in for their very first wand. She doubted any one would actually purchase a wand today, but people liked to look and ask questions.
She made sure the shop was perfectly clean before she opened and spent the next several hours wandering politely hovering and being generally available for customers. She'd even dressed somewhat respectably, at least by her father's standards. As the afternoon lulled she took a seat behind the check out counter and flipped through the pages of a wizarding magazine that sold mostly bath products through the mail. A few customers milled about, but no one seemed particular keen for her attention or help. She started making out a list of the things she'd like to purchase and crunched the numbers in her head.
When she looked back up the shop was picking up again. There were more bodies pressed inside, some students mingling in with the parents. She pushed aside the magazine and made herself look more available, waiting for someone to take enough of an interest to speak with her.