Topic: Magical Mishaps

Alberic

Date: 2016-11-17 22:03 EST
It was just perfect. Absolutely perfect! It had taken months to get the okay from the Ministry to add the building to Diagon Alley, a rather laborious process which involved literal miles of parchment in requests and proposals and signatures and....and....

But there she was. Just 'round the bend from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which was so popular that it was sure to draw the crowds all that way, stood an unassuming brick building that was Alberic's new pride and joy.

"I still don't like the name," squawked his sister at his elbow. She was bundled up in a heavy winter cloak against the cold. They hadn't managed to open before Christmas, but Hogwarts was still out on break so just maybe he'd see some sales from first years who were tired of bribing the school owls to delivery their post.

"What's wrong with it, Miranda" Fantastical Familiars," he spread his hands as his spoke, underlining the name. "It describes exactly what it is."

"It's boring. And so is your sign."

"You're such a supportive sister," he told her before linking arms and heading in to check out the interior.

* * *

Those first few months had been hard. Business had been slow, and Alberic wasn't sure that his shop was going to be able to compete. Summer had hit with far too much red in his ledger and apprehension twisting his stomach into so many knots that he was making daily visits to the Potion shop.

July had hit and fortune had shifted into his favor. The school letters had started to go out and plenty of excited students flooded into the magical marketplace. There had been a trickle of business at first, but when people started to hear about his specially bred animals, they had shown up in flocks!

It was just wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

Then one night in the middle of August something happened.

Being so close to the joke shop was a boon, but a hazard as well. When George and his developmental staff were working on new gags, things could get a little messy.

There had been a bang and suddenly there was a tall, gangly ginger man in the middle of his shop. Alberic nearly had a heart attack. Thanked his lucky stars it was after the shop had closed and no customers had heard the girlish scream he'd let out.

That could have been the end of it. He and George had laughed over a cup of tea and then a glass of Firewhiskey from a bottle the Weasley twin had given him to greet him as a neighbor. George had explained that they were working on short-distance Apparition charms, but they hadn't quite gotten the knack of it.

"The first try sent me clear across the pond," George had told him. "It was fun visiting America, but I got into a bit of trouble with their Ministry."

The next attempt had cleared a room. Where the items had gone, no one knew.

They were both feeling pretty good by the time George had left, and it was far later than Alberic wanted to be up. He'd hurried through the last of his tidying and found an odd glass orb.

"Must be George's..." He started to say. That was when Rudolph, a very sweet cat with an oddly red nose who had a habit of escaping from his cage, brushed up against his legs. It was enough of a surprise and his senses dulled just that much that the orb dropped.

And when it shattered"

Something went very wrong. Just absolutely wrong.

Alberic

Date: 2016-11-22 15:38 EST
"George?" Alberic called out between coughs while trying to wave away the thick smoke that was obscuring the inside of his shop. He could hear screeches of alarms from the owls, all sorts of howls and yowls and ribbits and other protests from the other animals with voices, rattling of cages from those without. Maybe even some splashes from the aquatic critters, too.

When the orb had shattered he'd felt this awful pull on his very being and the whole work had gone funny. At first he thought that maybe he'd been forcibly Aparated! But there he was, still inside his shop. That was reassuring, wasn't it'

The bell on the front door jangled when it opened. He let out a sigh of relief and turned to address who he figured was George, back to laugh at the prank he'd just pulled.

"Hello?" Came a thin, reedy voice. Distinctly female.

Alberic removed his wand, finally recalling that he was in fact a wizard, to disspell the smoke with some artful waving. Standing in the doorway was a sweet little old lady in muggle clothes. That struck him as odd.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we just closed," he told her with a pleasant smile.

"In the middle of the morning?" She blinked. He blinked. "But I can see you must still be setting up." She pointed at some of the cages which had been knocked awry. Alberic rushed to set them aright, and made soothing noises at the poor rats inside.

"No, ma'am, we've been open for a few months now. You must just not have wandered this far down before." He smiled kindly at her. Must be dotty in her old age. Those eyes of hers, though, narrowed shrewdly at him.

"I walk this street every morning. You've never been here before today."

Alberic spluttered a bit. "No, no. We've been....Did you say it was morning?" That information clicked in his brain. He noticed the light streaming through the windows that was brighter than the street lamps out front should have been.

He rushed out the door, into the morning light, and onto a street he'd never seen before in his life. He spun around slowly, head tipped back to look up at the unfamiliar buildings. It looked like his shop had wedged its way into an alley way that was just big enough to fit the narrow space. The shops on either side didn't seem to protest the loss of space.

"You must be new here," the old woman said from the doorway of his shop.

"Welcome to Rhy'Din. Let me make you a cup of tea."

Alberic followed her back inside the shop.