Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Eleanor gave very serious thought to buying the magical feather duster in front of her. It was such a good price, never mind the fact that she'd never dusted in her life. Or really cleaned that thoroughly to notice dust. But she had her own place now, and wasn't exactly sure what was and wasn't needed. House elves had cleaned up after her at Hogwarts and her mum had at home. Maybe feather dusters were entirely normal. She rather suspected not, but still - it was nice this. Independence. She could get used to it.

Browsing through the shop, Eleanor was trying to figure out what else she might need. Her apartment was very...spartan so far and she almost found herself longing for some of her mother's eclectic flair. She wanted to have stuff. Stuff she didn't particularly need, but might on the off chance she had high tea or any sort of social gathering really.

As she went to turn, Eleanor's shirt caught on something and she had a moment to cringe before the inevitable smash. "Oh...sod," she said, catching herself before a rather more colourful string of words came out.

David left his small room and closed the door behind him, locking the door and then began the walk down the moss covered steps that ran down the back of the decrepit building, the room he was staying in must have been an office at some point, it was small and there was still fresh paint on the walls from the installation of the toilet and the bath with a shower head. It wasn't great, but it would have to do, he tightened his jacket around his throat as the brisk breeze picked up, he headed towards the more reputable alleyway and left the dregs behind him.

He entered a store that seemed to have a mixed mash of items that ranged from well kept to the old and worn, and even if he couldn't see anything of interest in the window it didn't mean that he wouldn't find something at the very least useful further into the store. Even if he didn't have any plans of buying now, he might be able to stash something interesting somewhere in the store and return for it later.

He was browsing the store when he turned a corner and ran face to face with the woman from the leaky cauldron, moments after he'd come to a stop there was a crash from behind her, "was that yours?" He asked peering over her shoulder towards the thing that was responsible for the noise.

If she'd been hoping to quietly reassemble the shattered vase and slink out of the store, then today was not her day. She winced as she heard a voice and looked up with a guilty expression, expecting to see some stern faced shop assistant ready to give her hell. Instead, she found herself looking up at the bloke she'd met the other day in the Leaky Cauldron. Or, really - who she'd been blown off by. She wasn't entirely sure if she was miffed or not - his abrupt exit wasn't exactly polite. Though she couldn't remember ever being miss manners herself.

She was a bit relieved that it wasn't anyone who worked here, but still, David was hardly a friendly face. "Well, it will be. Bits of broken vase, just what I needed," she sighed as she knelt down to collect the pieves and reassemble them as best she could. "You're obviously finding your way around now you're back from...where ever it was. Clearly it wasn't crowded there, forgotten how to say goodbye there?" she said dryly as she stood back up, coming roughly to the middle of his chest. Her height was never going to be an intimidating factor in her line of work.

"It's Eleanor, in case you've forgotten," she sniped, waving her wand over the vase one more time to get the last of the cracks. It wasn't perfect, but it would do.

"If thats how you'd like to think of it," he answered before he could help himself, the fact that her own retort was said with a bit of venom was a lot more appealing than the polite and airy woman that he'd met a few days prior at the Leaky Cauldron, there he'd been looking for a bit of information, and now? He really had no excuse to be stopping and chatting, yet he was, there must've been an answer to this that he had not yet found.

"And it's still David," he answered her as she put together the vase once with her wand, as he was going through the tedious and long process of becoming an unspeakable he was looking more and more at the theory of magic, most of it was pretty routine stuff that was only slightly expanding on some of the stuff that he could get his hands on at Hogwarts. That was taking more and more out of the naturalness of magic, but at the end of the day it was just a tool to suffice a means to an end, another question that he was slowly making his progress towards answering. "Where you after anything in particular? I just wandered in," he stated before he could stop himself.