Ellie apparated to 144 Diagon Alley a minute to three. She had almost been late, trying to find the perfect outfit to meet the realtor. The brunette had deemed her usual jumper and jeans too casual and instead had to find a pair of trousers and a jumper that didn't have kneazle hair on it. Shivering slightly in the cold air, Ellie opened the door and made her way up the stairs, entering the small reception area.



"Can I help you?" The receptionist looked up from her desk.

"Yes." Ellie crossed the small front area. "I have an appointment with Mr. Quinn at three?" She crossed her arms in front of her, somewhat nervous.

The woman looked down at an appointment book open in front of her. "Miss Branstone?" She confirmed and Ellie nodded. "Mr. Quinn will see you now. His office is the third door on the left."

Nodding again, Ellie made her way down the short hallway, stopping in front of the third door on the left. She hesitated, suddenly not sure if she really wanted to take the next step and leave her parents' home. She had never lived anywhere else, save for her time at Hogwarts, and that didn't count. Not really. Squaring her shoulders, she knocked.

"Come in." Samuel Quinnstood when she entered the office. "Miss Branstone, I presume?" He held out a hand. He sat down once she did, pulling out a folder as he went. "Now from your rough description of Blythe Hill and it's location I was able to work up an estimate for how much the house could rent for." He passed over the piece of parchment. "And we have several apartments in our listings that meet your one or two bedroom requirement. Is there anything else I need to know to narrow it down a little?"

Ellie shrugged, her eyes widening at the amount listed in her hand. 1500 galleons...per month? She looked up. "I'm not too particular, really. It's just me and my kneazle. I would like a floo connection, but again, it's not a deal breaker. Besides," she held up the parchment in her hand. "Money isn't too big of an issue."

Samuel nodded, tapping the folder with his wand. Several leaves of parchment flew out of it and filed themselves away in a nearby filing cabinet. "Did you want to stay in Bath?"

Ellie shook her head. "I don't think I could. But London might be too big?" She looked up at the man.

He nodded again, smiling slightly, as he tapped the folder. More parchment filed themselves away. "Well," the realtor leaned forward, "we have time to narrow down the listings to a manageable selection for you to tour. But I need to ask you something. Vasiey Wards did your wards, correct?"

Ellie nodded slowly. "Yes. Why? Is that a problem."

"No, no, no." The man sat back. "They do very good work. Now, I'm going to need to come out to do a full inspection of Blythe Hill in order to know how best to sell this house to the perfect family. Does any day work especially for you?"

"I'm pretty flexible, as long as I let my employer know in advance." Ellie shrugged. "Though I would feel bad if I took off again so soon."

"Well then," Samuel pulled out a calendar. "How does next Saturday look, the twenty-fourth? At 11 AM?"

She nodded. "That would work. Thank you, Mr. Quinn."

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Summary: Ellie meets with the realtor.