Ciara smirked, "I can imagine that would be tiring." she said. Not that Wayne would have had to actually exert himself - she knew enough about the wealthy wizarding classes to know that there was very little in daily life that couldn't be done by an elf. She utilised the creatures daily - they cooked, tidied and cleaned the house, except the potions room. They were not allowed in there.

At the mention of the boys mother Ciara nodded slightly, "I can't believe that whole thing was sixteen years ago..." she said. She remembered it - not that they really kept in touch back then, Ciara was too busy trying to avoid being too motherly at Tiffany and too dictatorial at Kryspin. "I have to admit; I approve of him a lot more now than I did when I didn't know who his father was." She took another drink of tea as he spoke. Yes, it was odd, rather amusing though. "Just over a year and a half I believe - Tiffany is the one who talks to her about it. It's a bit long for such young children."

Aha. There it was. Ciara reached into the inner pocket of her robes and produced the phial, kept in a black velvet bag. "Don't expose it to the light for another three days. Then you can just store it like any other potion." she said, placing the bag on the table. She half wondered what Phabian intended to use it for but she made a rule of never questioning the intent of her customers.

HE HAD A PICTURE OF HER IN HIS ROOM? That was so cute!!! Aurora took a seat on the end of his bed and crossed her legs, looking around the room and taking it all in.

Aurora nodded slowly, "Yeah, I have..." she said. "I didn't think I did know him though... Mother said it was at least ten years since she last brought me here." Aurora rubbed the hem of her robes between her fingers. "They suit you, by the way..." she piped up, "Robes I mean... besides school robes." But she got the idea he didn't really want to hear that.