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Post by CORWIN LEIGH JOHNSON on Sept 18, 2012 19:42:03 GMT -5
Corwin L. Johnson perched on the edge of the counter in the preeminent joke shop in Hogsmeade, fingers tapping out a mindless rhythm on the glass. Zonko's was, in fact, the only joke shop in Hogsmeade, but according to Corwin it was still the best. A wise person quickly learned that Corwin acted on a logic all his own; a logic that didn't always square with everyone else's logic. He was, as he liked to phrase it, "eccentric". Others preferred to call him "mad", "absolutely mental", and "crazy as a cat", among other things. To them, Corwin has always had but one response: prank them.
So it was that Cor, manning his shop alone, found himself to be utterly, painfully bored. Usually his boredom resulted in him finding someone to get a rise out of. Unfortunately for him his employees had all mysteriously taken the day off and he was starting to think he'd been had. He sighed and laced his fingers together before stretching his arms up and unkinking every vertebra in his spine. "Much better," he murmured and slid off the counter. He was just going to have to get them back somehow.
A slow, conniving grin spread across his face as he looked around the shop. What to do, oh what to do... Corwin wrestled his expression into something a bit more subtle and tapped his fingers against his lips. It wouldn't do to scare customers away now, would it? His face settled into a safely mischievous expression, Corwin turned his attention to the delightful task of pay-back pranking.
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