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Originally Posted by Thatonepottergirl Apolline paused mid-reach, fingers still resting lightly on the pouch, and turned just enough to properly register that, yes, someone was actually speaking to her. She'd forgotten people were...chatty...around these parts. Knockturn was transactional. Efficient. Blessedly silent. She preferred that.“The last pouch,” she confirmed, her voice even, as she turned her attention back to the shelf. “Floo powder, thankfully. Apparently far more sought-after than I assumed.”
She was still in a complaining sort of mood, and very nearly remarked on the absurdity of paying a full galleon for one pouch when one could, quite easily, might she add, acquire several for half the cost elsewhere. But she decided against it. That was information she shared sparingly. And she had no interest in sounding irritated over pocket change. A Selander-Dagworth did not squabble over galleons.
She wasn’t broke. No. Regardless of how promptly her potion clients remembered to pay their invoices, there were vaults. Family vaults. Plural. Kind of.
She simply preferred not to dip into them unless absolutely necessary, lest she give her parents any ideas about her ability to manage her own finances. Anyway.
The pouch crinkled softly as she lifted it from the shelf, weighing it once in her hand before tucking it neatly into the crook of her arm and turning back to the girl.“You didn’t interrupt,” she said mildly, eyebrow raising as the woman bopped her forehead. “You asked an appropriate question.”
Her gaze flicked to the shelf behind her, then back, offering nothing so warm as a smile, but something that could charitably be interpreted as interest.“Are you browsing,” she asked, “or looking for something particular?”
She almost - almost - hoped it wasn’t floo powder.
Her own list was still long: an anti-burglary buzzer, dragon liver, new glass vials, possibly tea, if the day was generous. She had no desire to test the limits of her patience before noon.
Dynah was chatty… yes. It came in handy for her budding career as a violinist and a dancer. It may also help with the professional Gobstones aspect of her life, since it came in handy when building team spirit. It seemed that the other woman didn’t mind her comment though, since she was addressing Dy. “Lots of persons still travel using Floo, I’m assuming. Or else for sticking their heads in fireplaces to communicate.”
To Dy, the words didn’t translate into any sort of complaining. She simply found it interesting that Floo Powder was a fast seller, something which she hadn’t realised before. One lived and one learned, correct? And the older woman might even be richer than Dy, her three siblings and their papas. But that wasn’t a competition. “Oh… that’s a relief to know. It would have been a pity if you were musing about something important but I butted in.”
The woman fascinated Dynah. In her quick judgement, she seemed… not quite unfriendly but somewhat reserved? Of course, those thoughts may be horrendously wrong but the younger woman decided that she would continue being friendly. “Yes, my younger brother is graduating soon from Hogwarts so I wanted to get him something nice. The trouble is, I’m not sure what. I did think about a Floating Lantern though. Any thoughts?” |
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