 Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - ❄ Lunar Library Lurker ❄ - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror
Nigel had been busy brewing for almost as long as it had been since Elinor had left him in putting together the rest of the potions on her list of those needed. Thankfully he had found a fresh enough sample of polyjuice that would do for the testing, the rest readily on stock. And all that left was the amorentia currently being worked on between simmers. Thankfully there were only a couple more steps and then he could bottle and cork it and be done with it after it was picked up.
There had been a tinkling of the bell outside in the shop but being in the middle of a crucial step, Nigel wasn't able to move to check on things just at the moment. However when a crash was heard, the shopkeeper was taken a back and jostled the frozen ashwinder egg in his grasp enough to send it into the cauldron prematurely. Before he could react, the boiling potion reacted spattering the area including the potioner with the ruined potion.
"MERLIN's BEARD!" he yelled with a sigh, his wand quickly in his hand to vanish what he could needing to check on what had happened in the shop. Nigel was relatively clear after the spell however the rest could wait. When he returned he was none to happy about what he had had to fix and the task still left at hand. To try and calm his nerves, he went about brewing himself a cup of tea, setting the tea cup on the work station after taking a sip. He then went to work cleaning the area up, using magic with some and using manpower the rest since one had to be careful of mixing effects.
He didn't notice a glob of potion that had hit the ceiling of the office in the explosion, nor did he notice when said glob fell into his freshly brewed beverage, deluding in the hot liquid in between calming sips. Nigel was too busy trying to rectify the situation and finish cleaning up the mess all over the one area of the office. Stupid charms not working 100% in protecting things. Finally the shopkeeper figured he was done and sat down with a sigh. The love potion was a flop and now he'd have to do it all over again on top of it.
And why was he dealing with all this?
Right...Elinor.
Cue loving sigh. His eyes gracing over to the vase of flowers she had left on her earlier visit and he had brought back to his desk for safe keeping.
"Dear Elinor..." he mused with a smile, the woman remembering his favorite flower and being kind enough to bring him a bunch of hellebore as well as the flowers she always seemed to smell like. That was a nice smell.
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