- Messages
- 81
- OOC First Name
- Kris
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Don't
- Age
- 12/2019
Open after Daphne and Kadi post
The Hard to Find Bookstore was Barnaby's baby. He'd managed every tiny detail of it, right down the rather over-zealous warding charms that made it quite so difficult to locate for muggle or wizard alike. Not that he minded much. It hadn't been intentional at the time, but Barnaby quite preferred not to be bothered thank you very much and if his wards kept all but the most dogged customers at bay, he was content. The store was his baby and he had complete control over everything, the stock, the hours, the shop music. Everything except its clientele. As much as Barnaby tried to keep people out, he begrudgingly did occasionally have to sell a book if he wanted to keep the store open.
It was getting down to that point where things were getting a little tighter money-wise than Barnaby would like, him only being able to stomach eating nothing but jam and toast for so long. So, grumbling the whole time, he had flipped the shop sign to open and settled at the register, conspicuously hiding behind an old copy of the daily prophet in the hopes that if anyone did wander in he wouldn't be obligated to talk to them until they were handing over their galleons and leaving.
The Hard to Find Bookstore was Barnaby's baby. He'd managed every tiny detail of it, right down the rather over-zealous warding charms that made it quite so difficult to locate for muggle or wizard alike. Not that he minded much. It hadn't been intentional at the time, but Barnaby quite preferred not to be bothered thank you very much and if his wards kept all but the most dogged customers at bay, he was content. The store was his baby and he had complete control over everything, the stock, the hours, the shop music. Everything except its clientele. As much as Barnaby tried to keep people out, he begrudgingly did occasionally have to sell a book if he wanted to keep the store open.
It was getting down to that point where things were getting a little tighter money-wise than Barnaby would like, him only being able to stomach eating nothing but jam and toast for so long. So, grumbling the whole time, he had flipped the shop sign to open and settled at the register, conspicuously hiding behind an old copy of the daily prophet in the hopes that if anyone did wander in he wouldn't be obligated to talk to them until they were handing over their galleons and leaving.