Mackenzie had thus far managed to evade being caught by curious paps looking to prod about her reintegration to the wizarding world and her new contract with the Holyhead Harpies. She knew a lot of it had to be credited to the presence of several players down at the Market, but she thanked whatever deity was out there, regardless. Mac steps into the store, and sighs, relieved, before moving towards the brooms. Turns out she needed a new one. She'd forgotten she had smashed hers that fateful game nearly a year ago. A firebolt could work.
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His life felt like shit. No, feels like shit. Rufus shakes his head, letting strings of greasy bangs tap his forehead. It feels as if one single incident completely re framed his entire life. Rufus isn't even sure why he had struck up the flirtation he had, but how is he supposed to completely abandon his pure blood upbringing for some half blood guy. He grimaces, knowing what his mother would say. She says a lot now of days, now that he was no one, now that he had stopped appearing perfect. Especially now that her friends were back to gossiping about the circumstances of his birth. Ring! The bell brings him back to the present, to his feet unconsciously crossing the threshold of a store he knew well. Huh. Rufus stumbles from the shock, spilling some of the fire whiskey he has in his hand. I need to leave. now. The sheen of new brooms and the smell of the broom polish almost brings tears to his eyes. His feet continue their journey through the shop, retracing the steps his past self had taken more than once.