#we're gonna need a tag for these literal shop owning nepotism fools

[raffaellaburke]

“Love, that makes two of us,” Raffaella chuckled as her lifelong friend and stand-in coworker pouted behind the counter. The customer she’d left Serra with was a loyal one who’d been coming there for years; she and her father knew him well, so there was no real harm done. Frankly, she’d only sent her to the front of the shop for her own amusement. “Corvus,” she called to the confused elderly man standing by the cursed silverware. “Your delivery will be in tomorrow,” she reassured him as he lowered his head and took his leave.

At the magical ding signaling the door closing, Raff turned to Serra, her mirth failing not to peek through. “Are you trying to say it’s dusty in here? In our shop?”

status: open to anyone

Ever since Raffaella had taken over for her father there had been questions directed at her asking when it her turn to join and work in the shop as well. It was called Borgin's & Burke's after all. What was the polite way to say absolutely not? She was way too pretty to work at a place with bad lighting, adding onto the fact of how stuffy it was. Even if the shop was fully renovated, it would have been a firm no. She was too pretty to work in general if you asked her. "Oh Salazar, no. My dad is not making me take over the shop. It's too dusty for me. I couldn't risk my hair to loose its shine and appear dull. It's one of my best features."