Number 95 had been desolate for years. Ten years it had been rusting, needing so much more than dusting. That's why went the "For Rent" sign had vanished one morning, the Diagon Alley regulars had quirked a brow in wonder. Who in their right mind would want that piece of work?
However, over the course of the week things began to change inside and out of the worn down shop. Dirty and gritty windows hand been replaced with two large, shinning windows with outlines of two lovely, yet fierce looking women holding devices no wizard was familiar with on either side of double, glass doors. Above the door was an outline of a heart lit up with the words "Diagon Ink" glowing in white.
The bricks outside of the building were washed until they looked as if they had just been laid, and a charm had been cast upon the plaster for it to give it a silver, shimmering look. On the glass doors, in neat print, were the words:
Diagon Ink
Tattoos & Piercings
Monday-Thursday
11:00 a.m. - 9:00 p.m.
Friday-Saturday
11:00 a.m. – 1:00 a.m.
Many repair witches and wizards were in and out of the shop for the month, but one figure was always in the mix, her arms folded across her chest, her chocolate brown curls falling down her back sloppily as she watched with a hawks gaze as witches and wizards moved about. She appeared to be orchestrating the whole renovation and she didn't look as if it were something she was taking lightly.
At the end of the month, the once rotting wooden floors that coated the old shop's floor had been removed, the ground had been leveled and redone with shining, black tiles. The walls, which had previously been stained with grime and grit and been cleaned and had been covered over with a metallic purple with flecks of silver swirling inside reminding muggle-born wizards of Viniq.
There was a bar when you first walked in with dozens of wondrous drawings, some still, some moving, some in black and white, and some in color beneath a glass casing coating the wall portion of the island up to the black marble topping where glass cases containing tiny pieces of body jewelry shinned proudly. Before the bar was a reception area with black leather chairs and glass tables with pamphlets about tattoos and pricings. They included information on the medication used to instantly heal both alterations, the charms used to animate tattoos, the charm that lets only soul mates see the individuals tattoo, and the charm that conceals tattoos if the need should arise.
Passerby couldn't see what the hall behind the front counter bar hid, but the gossip was that it lead to a variety of large rooms with odd black leather furniture and desks with supplies that had been ordered from the muggle world. Purebloods lifted up their noses to the shop, while muggle-borns and half-bloods eyed it curiously and excitedly, having more of an idea of what this new shop meant.
As the month ended the gaggle of construction wizards and interior design witches had gone and the woman who had so cautiously watched over the shop was joined by another woman about the same age. On the third of June a sign in bold black letters was placed above the words painted on the door.
OPEN