Slow day (Open)

[marvel]

Marvel looked up from the box of Muggle trick cards he had picked up to examine upon Blake's rather fierce tone. His eyebrow raised ever so slightly, quite surprised at the boy's tone. In that split second, Marvel decided that he didn't like the boy. Blake rubbed him entirely the wrong way, and it was nearly impossible for Marvel to step into his shoe's and see things from his perspective, thus making it nearly impossible for Marvel to pity him.

Holding back a small smirk, he turned back towards the shelves in silence, placing the box back upon the shelf. "Perhaps," was all he said, spending another few moments examining the merchandise, drawing out the time. He knew Blake wanted to leave, the desperation in his eyes was undeniable, but he figured that he owed a few extra seconds the boy so obviously annoyed at his customer. Finally, Marvel pretended to sigh, turning towards Blake with calculating eyes. "I guess I won't be buying anything today afterall."

[blake]

Blake was too anxious to let himself get bothered by the cool air of the boy. Normally, he would have thought anyone insane who could remain so calm and emotionless, but he had more important matters on his mind. Blake disliked few people, and he realized that something about this boy pissed him off to no end. Perhaps it had been the arrogant air, or the lack of feelings, but it wasn't right. Blake found it flat out wrong.

He crossed to the door, holding it open for the Ravenclaw as the warm summer air blew into the cool shop. "Thank-you for coming," he said, already realizing the store would have been closed by the time he could make it to the train. He silently damned the muggle transportation service system, as he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. Magic had made him quite spoiled indeed.