(1937-12-22) Broken
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Summary: Theodore takes the pieces of the cursed broom to the broommaker for advice.
Date: 23 December 1937
Location: Flights of Fancy Broomshop

Flights of Fancy Broomshop Diagon Alley
Sun Dec 23, 1937 ((Thu Nov 22 01:51:29 2012)) (A,2 W)

Stepping into a dream, the atmosphere in the room show room has polished white pine floors and soft creamy white carpets embroidered with exotic designs of gold, silver and black thread. when visitors look up, the ceiling has been bewitched to resemble the sky just above the clouds and there's a faint breeze in the room, cooler during the summer and warmer during the winter, adding to the fantasy of being up there amongst the clouds. Seats are provided around tables, each table about the length of a broomstick and the seats cushioned like lounge chairs with soft white upholstry and they match the two couches in the waiting area near the entrance of the shop. Daily periodicals and Quidditch magazines can be found and are easily accessible along with some thicker books about the history of Quidditch and other broom related topics. Exotic and fragrant teas are offered to customers as they browse or sit in consultations. The backdrop for the front desk are all images of modern day Quidditch players who have agreed to try, use, and model certain broom models that were made for them or their teams. There are also large sketches and drawings of brooms and the like framed and placed within strategic view, displaying the artist's talent and appreciation for the crafts that are for sale. The front desk is made from the same polished white pine that the floor is, a sturdy flat surface long enough to rest several brooms upon and wide enough to service and examine things as needed. The broom displays are the stars of the room however, sorted by function and price…there are racing brooms, brooms made for families, even brooms made for young children to name a few. Pre-Made brooms can be found on display in various points in the room but the majority of brooms that are on display are samples of the base designs that customized brooms can and will be made from based on customer need or demand. Moving pictures and posters are framed and placed strategically on the walls between, beside or above displays showing images of Quidditch players in history and other notable flyers. There are desk displays with little Quidditch accessories and Momentos, the occasional pairs of gloves or goggles for sale along with some sort of baked good…cake or pie, sometimes even tarts and the like under a glass cover for customer access.

Towards the end of the day Laurence can be found at his front desk, going over the orders for the day and scribbling things on various parchments as he looks thoughtful. The broom maker is currently wearing his loose fitting white poet's shirt and of course his light grey slacks, a tad dusty from plenty of wood working. There's a plate of christmas themed biscuits under a glass top on a plate on the desk as well.

Theodore enters the shop, walking tall and proud. He's wearing a pair of grey slacks with a light grey sweater, the long sleeves stretching all the way to his knuckles. A black wool trenchcoat is over the outfit, and he's carrying a couple of pieces of broken broom. He looks around, and then makes his way to the counter. "I um… I'm looking for Laurence… Sir?"

Laurence looks up from his tabulations and lowers his quill as he eyes Theodore when he enters, eyebrow raising a fraction as he gets to his feet. "Laurence Toulson? Aye, that's me lad…Laurence Toulson, Master Broom Maker…welcome to Flights of Fancy where I turn your flying fantasies into reali-oh my bloody leprechaun…what have you there?" He peers curiously at the broom.

Theodore shakes his head a little, "Nothing. Well, not ME, anyway." He furrows his brow and lays the pieces of the magically disintegrated broom on the counter. "Theodore Dupont. My friend, Art- Um… Gabrielle Evans, she told me you could help." He shakes his head, "Someone tried to kill me. They put some kind of spell on this so that as soon as I got up in the air high enough, it disintegrated. I was told there was purplish magic around it as it fell apart." He looks at the man, "I hoped maybe you might be able to help?"

A soft chuckle as Laurence listens and he leans over to peer at the broken pieces, holding out his hand and waving it above the pieces as if feeling for something as he listens and he whistles lowly. "Ooo…yes…this was magic alright, the wood practically is still screaming. How long ago did this happen? And…yes, little Miss Evans, she was right." He sighs and shakes his head.

Theodore squints, thinking, "Um… Maybe, two months?" He shakes his head, "I received it in from an owl, my family's home address was marked. Only, they didn't send it. I used it thinking it was a gift from Father, but…" He shakes his head again, "I was lucky there was someone else there."

Laurence nods firmly and he studies the broom for a few moments. "I'd be very wary in trying to repair this broom without checking for curses and handling the counter curses and everything, so it might not actually be saveable, but I'll get to the bottom of it." He worries his bottom lip as he picks up a piece of broom shard and holds it up to the light. "Even if it was a gift from your father, somebody may have tampered with it between then and now…"

Theodore shakes his head, "I spoke with Father, he didn't send it. It was some kind of imposter." He sighs, but nods, "I don't want it repaired. With not knowing where it came from, I'd rather just be rid of it. But, if you could look into maybe what sort of spell could have done that, or tell me anything at all about maybe the person who could have done it, I'd be willing to compensate you for your time." He smiles, "And order a new broom, as well."

"Then that's good…that he didn't send it…lad, I'd hate to see a strapping young fellow like yourself start having to worry about hexes and curses when all you want to do is fly." Laurence does look a tad pissed as he examines the pieces. "I'll definately do my best…and yes, designing a new broom for you may be the safest thing to do so whenever you're ready to order you need only find me."

Theodore smiles, "I'm sorry, sir. I must not have been clear…" Yeah, definitely a rich Slytherin. "I'd like to order one now." He grins, and looks around a bit. "I'm a chaser. So, agility is more important than speed. Able to stop fast and twist without vibration on a tight manuever…"

Laurence laughs softly and nods. "That's fine, I had a feelin' you were a chaser…you've got the build for it. Apparently, if you're ready now then we can do this now, there's no issue. Only the store'll be closing soon and I want to make sure you're headed back home or indoors before it gets too late." He shrugs a shoulder. "It all starts with me knowing when your birthday is."

"My… birth… um…" Theo furrows his brow a little, "Okay. Um… August 1st. 1921." He tilts his head, "That's an odd question…" Theodore settles in, and he prepares to answer all of Laurences questions…

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