 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
He'd promised Zita he would keep a low profile around work and it had been a promise he had kept. He'd done his duty of course, manning the entry chamber to make sure nobody got into the Department, but otherwise had kept away from the front lines and the dram and the fires. After all, what good would a mostly blind man have done in battle anyway? And on top of that, he had a baby to think about and house he was now paying for and had his salary cut with all this pureblood nonsense. Nope. Adam was not a rock the boat kind of guy.
Unless you were talking about potions.
Now there? There Adam liked to live dangerously. He'd left off on experimenting while Airey was acting - well, non-Airey-ish, but now that Airey seemed his usually neurotic self again? Adam had gone back to his experiments. Only it was too bad that he was a wee bit on the stressed-out and not-sleeping side. Any day now, Zita could go into labor and well, he wasn't dealing with it well. His hair was a mess. His clothing was a little wrinkled and he had taken to drinking coffee again. Something he hadn't done since Reil had made him drink (and eat) so much of it he hadn't slept in a week. It made him gag and his stomach churn, but at least he wasn't falling asleep on the job.
He added a pinch of that, a dash of this, and gave his cauldron a stir, then sat back and rubbed his eyes. If his calculations were correct the concoction should turn a deep shade of jade then blue before -
BOOM!
A large dark plume of smoke billowed up from his workspace and the smell of burnt chicken and pineapples wafted through the room. His glasses were covered with gunk and his black hair was starting to turn a delightful shade of pink-orange.
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