[Summer: DA] Flourish and Blotts

[Helia Ollivander]

"Fiona? Fiona are you in here?" she called out as she entered the shop, dragging Ron behind her. She walked up one shelf of books and down the other before she found a woman with bright red hair standing in the muggle section.

"Why, Helia! How are you, starling?" asked the woman enthusiastically. Halo smiled, "I'm fine, fine. I've come for a book my Uncle needs. He's owrking on some secret project and says he can't finish without it." Well, she was being partially honest. "Oh, of course. What book do you need? I'll put it on your Uncles tab." Helia smiled nervously and looked at her feet mumbling a bit. "I'm sorry, starling, I can't hear you. Speak up a bit?" Halo blushed, "I need a book called 'Higly Advanced Charms and Spells for Trained Wizards'." Fiona looked a bit caught off guard. "Oh... that's unusual. You know I'm really not supposed to sell this to anyone under the age of seventeen," she said slowly. Helia sighed, deafeated. She should've known better. "But-" began Fiona again, "Give me a second to go and consult some people, since it's for your uncle I'll see what I can do," and she left the room. Helia sat down on a nearby stool, letting out a sigh of relief. "That was close..."

[Ron Weasley]

Ron entered the shop nervously, his eyes wide with confusion as he stared up at the Ravenclaw. Letting his gaze trail to the front of the room, he wondered vaguely if his own hair was such a shocking red and subconciously ran his fingers through it as he glanced back and forth between Fiona and Helia.

When the Ravenclaw finally slumped on a nearby stool, Ron was staring at her with raised eyebrows, an expression of awe on his face. "You- she - I..." He opened his mouth a few more times, abruptly closing it.

With anxious eyes, he swallowed, and glanced around quickly making sure no one was near them. "That book- it- you couldn't possibly... What's going on?" He finally managed. "You're not some group like- like the Mafia, are you?"

[Helia Ollivander]

She snickered nervously, "No, I'm not the mafia. That's part of the reason I wanted you to join me, ,so I could explain a bit. You see Bog is a very close friend of mine, but during the last few weeks of school he started acting kind of... weird. Plotting how to disrupt a highly anticipated quidditch match so as to listen in on ministry officials withotu their knowing and such..." she looked around to see if anyone was listening, but since there were no customers in the store when they arrived and the bell over the door hadn't jingled she considered it safe to continue.

"Now I didn't know why he was so keen on it then, but... well you heard everything back there. He's got duel personalities, one of which is a murderer, and apparently there's some guy named Vandessar who's out to get him. Now he, myself, and the guild that he created during the last week of school are just trying to keep him out of the grasp of the law until we can figure out some way to prove he's innocent, it's his... other him that did the killing." She shrugged, hoping that explained it, "I hope you know how much I trust you to be telling you all of this," she said truthfully before Fiona returned.

"Sorry, starling. They say I can't sell you the book, but I'll let you look through it for a minute if you like and you can copy down what you need to for whatever's going on at the wand shop, alright? Nothing more than what you need." Helia was glad that the womans sentance had been so vague, "I promise I'll take nothing more than what's called for."
"Alright, I'll go get it for you then," and she receded once again to the back of the shop.

[Ron Weasley]

Ron ran a hand through his hair, the tips of his ears growing slightly red and there was an anxious look in his eyes. He had listened to Helia's explanation with rapt attention, and could have sworn his mouth fell farther open with each word she said, and was at a loss for words.

In his mind, the guild did sound like some sort of Mafia.

As he watched the woman retreat once again, he turned to Helia with his best reassuring smile, which only turned out as a half-grimace, half-grin. She had said she did trust him, and he'd finally decided to trust her as well. Her and whatever the guild was...

"Right. Two minds in one body..." He wrinkled his nose, before rubbing an eye tiredly. "And you're sure he's not trying to trick you into saving his neck?" Ron ignored the fact that his voice had taken a much higher tone than usual.