“You’ll run me outta business.” -Amelia-

[Gwyneth Leopold]

“Listen mate, if I’ve told you once then I’ve told you a thousand times,” A heavy sigh escaped Jack and he leaned up against the wooden counter lazily. He pointed to himself pushing off the counter, rattling it slightly. “I am a Death Eater,” He pressed along his arm where the Dark Mark lay. “Now, I could kill you,” he laughed but Borgin’s expression remained unchanged. “What is my motivation to pay?” Borgin sighed. “I don’t want any trouble,” he handed over the necklace as Jack reached for his wand. “Thank you.” Jack replied sarcastically snatching it from the stubborn old man’s hands. “You’ll run me outta business.” Jack smiled, still content to stay in the shop awhile longer. The most interesting people seemed to show here.

[Amelia Raitt]

Amelia walked through the door of the nasty little shop down that side alley she knew so well. She looked around for a moment, the dark dank room not exactly filling her with hope as she tried to look for something nice to buy. She'd been meaning to buy Ava a present to send home, a reminder that her sister was still there and still did care greatly for her but as of yet, all the splendor of Diagon Alley didn't catch her eye. She wanted something small but special. The older the better.

"Hey there you got any ... "

She started before looking to her side and seeing Jack standing there in the shadows, he always did have a preditorial sense about him, not that it was really a bad thing.

"Fancy seeing you here."

[Gwyneth Leopold]

“Yes, and you as well.” He nodded politely towards his ‘friend’. There was a pause, and then he looked down at what he had in his hand. “Care for a trinket?” He replied offering the rather expensive necklace as Borgin looked pained at the sight. But the look on his face put the twinkle in Jack’s eye, always a feeling of accomplishment, making another miserable. He thought for a moment of what he would have done with it. Perhaps nothing, just a reason to bring an old pathetic man down. He shrugged it off showing it in his hand the aged necklace.

[Amelia Raitt]

Amelia looks suspitiously over to him as she narrowed her eyes a took a few stepes forward, her eyes instantly falling onto the small yet pretty trinket he held within his hand. She placed her hand over his as she let her slender fingers slide across the item and brush some of the loose dust off of it, looking down into it her vibrantly green eyes shone. She smirked to herself and then looked up to Jack, a mishchieveious look in her eyes as she let her smile take that same form.

"What do I have to do to get it?"

She questioned, her voice sounding oh so British as she spoke,the element of danger that always followed the Death Eaters giving her that edge that made her desirable, her strong accent just a sector of that.

[Gwyneth Leopold]

“Well there are a great many things that could guarantee you such a trinket.” Jack smirked slightly as the young woman spoke. “Unfortunately, my creativity seems to fall short of supplying such an answer,” he looked sarcastically upset, though not overly so. “Perhaps you could throw in a few suggestions?” His eyebrow rose, and a small yet playful smile made itself present. He stood still, posture rather awkward, stroking one of the braids in his beard curiously, awaiting the response of the mischievous looking girl. He always seemed to like it better when others incorporated what they truly thought something was worth, for it was that much more pleasurable in his eyes to take it away.

[Amelia Raitt]

Amelia shook her head, she could tell a DE's intention from a mile away and she wasn't about to miss a beat on second guessing Jack. She smirked a little to herself, a hint of innocence hidden benieth it. Taking a step forward she looked into his eyes, her fingers reaching up and brushing over the self same brade he had just been holding for himself. She narrowed her eyes as her other hand went to his and brushed over the pretty trinket once more.

"Well ... it is very beautiful. How about 3 galleons?"

She claimed her price and gulped down as she kept her eyes focused on his, awaiting a reply. She knew that it was worth more, much more and the expression on the shopkeepers face when she named her price aided her idea of this.