Lucy + Joanna
She strummed a few random chords as she sat atop of her mother's counter, waiting for the next customer. Lucy really enjoyed watching her mother's boutique, mostly because it was so high-end that only the richest of the rich could come in, and there were not many of those. Gave her a lot of time to practice and write new music, where Marcus couldn't yell at her for making too much noise.
He just didn't have the ear, she had no idea how she was actually related to the boy.
The bell of the door jingled prettily and Lucy set her guitar on the counter to drop down to the floor. She straightened out her skirt and gave the customer a small wave. "Hello! Welcome, can I help you find anything?"
"I am looking for a Creme de Veelas," the tiny blonde stated, not bothering to look at Lucy. "Do they have that product here? I am thinking..." the girl looked around, and frowned, "...not."
Lucy's eyebrows rose and she crossed her arms. Well, then. If she didn't think she'd find the product in this boutique, which was centered in the middle of London's fashion industry, she didn't need to be here.
"Nah, we don't sell cheap stuff like that here, maybe you can find it over at Zonko's, in Hogsmeade."
The girl bristled and muttered some (probably) cuss words in what sounded like French before she stormed out. Lucy smiled and propped herself back up on the counter, picking up her guitar again.
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