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Located on the north end of the street and beside Potage's Cauldron Shop, Slug and Jiggers Apothecary is conveniently there for all your potion-making needs. Whether your a first year just starting your brewing journey for school or someone who wants to stock up their collection of potions ingredients, this shop is right for you. Almost every ingredient can be found in here. And if you don’t see it, make sure to ask the shopkeeper. They will help you to the best of their ability.
For the most part the shop is almost as identical as it used to be. Multiples shelves lined with various item including jars of all shapes and sizes filled with ingredients of various natures and tools to make the process less likely to blow up in your face. And off to one side, several barrels that contain loose ingredients are on the floor beneath bundles of feathers, fangs and claws hang from the ceiling. There's also a beautiful leather-bound grimoire, predominately displayed, that contains recipes written by each of the previous shopkeepers to share with their customers. Be careful as you flip through it, though it is spell-protected after a nasty run in with an infestation of mutants escaped from the ministry.
The only thing that has change is the smell. Once you entered it doesn't smell as bad as it used to be. No rotten eggs smell anymore. You still have some subtle smell but it's not as unpleasant: a little trick of the new owner.
It had been a long time since Eulalia Hwang had come to Diagon Alley, for any reason really, but especially for any type of supply shopping. In fact, the last time she had been there she'd probably still been a Kwon and only dating her sweet husband - where as now they had been married for nearly 4 years and with a beautiful little boy - whom was spending the day on Appa's tour bus with him while she had come here. As a new Eomma, it occurred to her that she should probably keep her supplies better stocked with coughing potions, essence of dittany, all of those little first aid concotions.
And she also had an idea for a new art piece brewing in that head of hers. Which was only beginning to take further shape as she entered the apothecary and perused the shelves - looking in particular for ingredients with very reach hues of color that she could use to potentially dye some paper. She had just reached out to grab something, when it slipped through her fingers and crashed onto the ground. She jumped back with a yelp and shouted a small "Watch out!" for anyone else that might have been in the vicinity. Thankfully the ingredient itself was not toxic or harmful, but glass still could be.
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It had been a long time since Eulalia Hwang had come to Diagon Alley, for any reason really, but especially for any type of supply shopping. In fact, the last time she had been there she'd probably still been a Kwon and only dating her sweet husband - where as now they had been married for nearly 4 years and with a beautiful little boy - whom was spending the day on Appa's tour bus with him while she had come here. As a new Eomma, it occurred to her that she should probably keep her supplies better stocked with coughing potions, essence of dittany, all of those little first aid concotions.
And she also had an idea for a new art piece brewing in that head of hers. Which was only beginning to take further shape as she entered the apothecary and perused the shelves - looking in particular for ingredients with very reach hues of color that she could use to potentially dye some paper. She had just reached out to grab something, when it slipped through her fingers and crashed onto the ground. She jumped back with a yelp and shouted a small "Watch out!" for anyone else that might have been in the vicinity. Thankfully the ingredient itself was not toxic or harmful, but glass still could be.
Charlie was exhausted. She could feel her feet dragging on the floor as she made her way inside her final stop of the day. Her eyes were heavy and her bag digging into her shoulder where it rested - she just wanted to get home. Her mind so preoccupied that she barely had time to register what was happening as she heard, "Watch out!" and felt something hard hit her head.
Charlie stumbled back a couple steps as she balanced herself from the dizzying hit and could already feel the headache coming on. "What do you think you're playing at?" she grumbled to whoever purposefully hit her in the head. Of course something had to happen before she could get home and sleep. This cold would be the death of her and she needed some Coughing Potion, and maybe Dreamless Sleep...or Draught of Living Death. Now there's an idea.
Well... If this didn't quickly become the timid introvert's worst nightmare. Laila watched, eyes widened in horror, as another potion bottle fell off a shelf and onto the poor woman's noggin. She was stumped for a moment, except that when she realized that in her surprise she had side jumped, she apparently knocked her shoulder into the shelf which caused the incident.
Meaning it boiled down to... Being her fault. She was going to get kicked out of here wasn't she? Would they let her buy supplies on her way out? She'd pay for those potions she'd just ruined as well, of course.
But this wasn't the time for any of current thoughts because the other woman, rightfully, seemed very upset. At her. Could she whither away now? "I ... Uh... I am so sorry! I dropped the one potion and then apparently jumped into the shelf which made that one fall and uh uh..." She took a deep breath, a small step away from the other patron. "Are you alright?"
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Charlie took a slow, deep breath. Cursing herself a bit for getting angry at the woman. She did seem apologetic...and nervous. Was that because of her? Oh, Merlin. "I'll be fine. What's a bump and a headache compared to - well, it still sucks, but I'm not dead so..." Blimey she was awful at this. "Sorry, I haven't been having the best day. I just got back to England and this head cold has been doing me in. I've barely eaten and I'm so cold. Anyway, that's not your problem. Besides it's not like you did it on purpose...right?" She eyed the woman a little warily.
Readjusting her bag she looked for an exit just in case. You never know with some people, but this woman seemed nice, if not a bit clumsy.
In the woman's defense, Laila was generally nervous and timid. Which was one of the many reasons she and her husband had his their marriage for a full year before letting the public know. Being friends with a wrock star was scary, dating them even more so. Entirely taking them off the market? Paralyzing. She was still always predisposed to being skittish. And since having Eli too, it just felt 1000% times worse.
As for the apologetic part? She absolutely was. And that was because of her own carelessness. "Any injury is never something to be discredited." Headaches and bumps could lead to concussions, which could probably lead to comas and ... did she just nearly kill someone!? "Oh please, you do not need to be apologizing to me!" She squeaked out, before shaking her head emphatically. "It was absolutely not on purpose! Let me at least foot the bill for a couple potions for the pain to make it up to you though!" That's what she was purchasing anyways and it was the least she could do.
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Charlie was taken aback by the woman's concern for her health, and it made her feel guilty for the way she had been acting. Despite feeling fine, she had been particularly grumpy lately, probably due to the stress of waiting on the results of her interview and battling this stubborn cold. She knew it wasn't fair to take her frustration out on others, especially not someone as sweet as the woman in front of her.
Chuckling at the woman's suggestion, Charlie replied, "Well, I appreciate the concern, but now that I know I'm not in any danger of being a victim of a serial killer. I'm just here to get some Coughing Potion, and don't worry I just wasn't paying enough attention to where I was going."
She hoped her explanation would alleviate the woman's fears and reassure her that there was no need to worry. She was grateful for her kindness really. "By the way, I'm Charlie. Sorry, I didn't introduce myself earlier," she said, extending her hand for the woman to shake.
Charlie flashed a friendly grin as if sharing an inside joke, hoping to put the woman at ease and make a new friend. Despite the stress and anxiety she was feeling, it felt good to connect with someone who actually cared.
A serial killer? Eulalia blinked at her, her eyes widening slightly as she shook her head furiously back and forth. "Oh, absolutely not! I know it's a cliche to say, but I honestly couldn't kill a fly. I make my husband do it." Or she'd just... try to ignore it until it disappeared. "Still let me get it! I'm actually here to stock up on just that thing!" She smiled back at the girl, the polite expression softening her nerves ever so slightly. Glancing down at the ground and the shattered glass, she gave a small grimace first. "I'm going to go for a shopping basket first though. Before any further accidents happen." Last thing she needed was to hurt anyone else.
The pro offered hand was a surprise, and her look of shock probably showed, but she tried to recover quickly and took it to give a quick handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Charlie. I'm Eulaila, or just Laila." She smiled back at her, retrieving a small basket quickly after releasing her hand in order to start actually shopping. "Sorry it wasn't better circumstances. You said earlier you were coming back to England? Where from?"
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Charlie smiled, feeling relieved that she had managed to ease Eulaila's worry. "Thank you, that's really kind. I promise I was only joking about the serial killer thing." Charlie was definitely nervous, hopefully, she hadn't put her foot in her mouth.
She watched as Eulaila headed for a shopping basket, feeling a pang of guilt as she saw the shattered glass on the floor. She didn't want to leave this for the shopkeeper to take care of. "Evanesco," she said as she waved her wand and vanished the broken glass.
Taking a moment to compose herself, Charlie then turned her attention back to Eulaila. "It's nice to meet you too, Laila. Yes, I've just moved back to England recently for a job opportunity, but I've been in Scotland for the last few years working at the University. It's been a bit of an adjustment, but I'm enjoying reacquainting myself with London again. I haven't been back since I graduated Hogwarts. Are you from around here as well?"
The former Hufflepuff certainly wouldn't have said the other woman put her foot in her mouth or anything. She just wasn't always the fastest at picking up at jokes or teasing remarks, and being flustered probably didn't help her case. But hearing the reassurance Charlie did not, in fact, think she was out for nefarious purpose, she gave a relieved smile. "That's my bad. I've had people tell me before I'm too dry and slow on jokes." Though that didn't often bother her unless it caused misunderstandings. And she was generally open about the information to try to prevent those.
.... How had she not thought to do that too? When Laila returned, basket safely secured over her arm and saw the now vanished glass her face burned a bit in embarrassment. Of course she'd harmed this woman AND made her clean up after her. This was one she would agonize over many nights when trying to slumber. "Thank you for doing that. I'm sorry, I should have first before stepping away." her cheeks still felt aflame.
She attempted to force herself to calm her nerves - instead focusing on the conversation at hand. Scotland? She'd always heard the area was beautiful! "Congratulations on the job opportunity! What is it you'll be doing?" unless it was not yet an acquired job in which case... She was still curious what it was she would like to be doing. Also, a fellow Hogwarts graduate? "I grew up around here and went to Hogwarts as well. What year did you graduate?" As for her current place of residence and where she laid her head now... "My husband and I have been lucky to do a lot of travel. He's in a wrock band and I'm an artist so I've had the unique opportunity to follow him from place to place and find new inspiration." Which there was not often a lack of. "We recently had a son though so... I think we'll be settling back here for some time."
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Kinsay hardly ever spent time in the UK these days. When she did manage to make her way over from Milan, it was always short-lived - a brief visit by the cottage to see her parents, spending a morning with her sister in London proper, waltzing around WHiM headquarters late into the afternoon, a midday meeting with friends who lived in the city. These visits never lasted as long as she wanted them too. It wasn't fair. Couldn't the ministry issue her a time-turner? Her mother was Senior Undersecretary, after all!
Sundays were usually the best for stopping by the city. London seemed to be less crowded following what one could only assume to be a devious Saturday night. Sundays were also perfect for brunching with friends. That way, she could spend the early morning with Gideon, making the most of their weekends together before she popped by London for a few hours later in the day. See? Kins had this whole thing figured out.
There was just one other matter that needed her attention and she totally had that under control too. See? She was smart and picked a brunch spot close to Diagon Alley so that she could pop by the Apothecary afterwards. The only problem is that she had no idea where they kept the particular potion she was looking for, which meant that she likely looked incredibly lost as she walked up and down the different aisles, carefully reading each and every label.
It was really important that she found the right potion. So. She'd take her time if she had to.
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Jonah usually preferred having other people shop for him, or ordering things online. There were real reasons for that, by the way. It wasn't that he was lazy or that he thought himself above the physical act of shopping. Today, though, he felt well, and he thought it would be nice to go on a walk. He might as well run his errands too, right? So far he'd done the bookstore, the clothing store, lunch, and picked up a present for a friend. He was glad the apothecary was his last stop, because he really needed to sit down soon.
Jonah wanted to keep this visit short, so of course he had a neat list of what he needed. He selected an invigoration draught, and a sleeping draught. Pepperup potion and burn-healing paste were also taken from the shelves. And...was there scar cream here? He didn't see any, but he may have not been looking hard enough. Or perhaps there was some in the back. Jonah had promised to get some for a friend and didn't want to let her down, but he also was desperate to sit down right now. He was a little bit impatient, and in his haste he almost bumped into a woman looking intently at the shelves. He didn't really bump into her, of course. He was always careful not to fall. Or make other people fall, for that matter. "Sorry, excuse me." He immediately felt the need to make it up to her for almost bumping into her(almost to Jonah was actually not very close, but still). "Are you looking for something important?" Perhaps he could help. And then he could get the scar cream and finally return home and never go shopping again.
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Jonah usually preferred having other people shop for him, or ordering things online. There were real reasons for that, by the way. It wasn't that he was lazy or that he thought himself above the physical act of shopping. Today, though, he felt well, and he thought it would be nice to go on a walk. He might as well run his errands too, right? So far he'd done the bookstore, the clothing store, lunch, and picked up a present for a friend. He was glad the apothecary was his last stop, because he really needed to sit down soon.
Jonah wanted to keep this visit short, so of course he had a neat list of what he needed. He selected an invigoration draught, and a sleeping draught. Pepperup potion and burn-healing paste were also taken from the shelves. And...was there scar cream here? He didn't see any, but he may have not been looking hard enough. Or perhaps there was some in the back. Jonah had promised to get some for a friend and didn't want to let her down, but he also was desperate to sit down right now. He was a little bit impatient, and in his haste he almost bumped into a woman looking intently at the shelves. He didn't really bump into her, of course. He was always careful not to fall. Or make other people fall, for that matter. "Sorry, excuse me." He immediately felt the need to make it up to her for almost bumping into her(almost to Jonah was actually not very close, but still). "Are you looking for something important?" Perhaps he could help. And then he could get the scar cream and finally return home and never go shopping again.
Fortunately he hadn't really bumped into her because her heels were almost as fragile as they looked and, though she wouldn't ever admit to it, she was pretty fragile too. So. It was for the best that he wasn't totally clumsy or anything, though he did give her a spook! "Um. That's okay," she assured him with a small smile as she went back to her search.
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Only to be immediately interrupted again. Kins wasn't patient to begin with so if he planned to carry on like this, it was possible that she'd totally burn through what little patience she possessed. Was she looking for something important. "Yes." Her answer was short, but honest. He didn't need to know the particular what. It was a hard lesson, learning who she could or couldn't say things to. The last thing she needed was something like this to leak to the media. Gideon was good at letting this stuff roll off his back, but she wasn't. So. So even after all of his assurances, she still practiced lots and lots and lots of precautions, ok? "Like, really important." She clarified.
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Jonah was not at all clumsy. Just... unsteady, really. Nobody needed to know that.
Jonah listened carefully to the woman's reply, immediately picking up on her impatience. "I see. I won't get in your way of your important shopping, then." He eyed the shelf she was looking at, then sighed, complaining to himself quietly that he hated shopping and all apothecaries should have scar cream somewhere obvious. He moved methodically down the aisle, not wanting to admit defeat and try another store. He passed the potion she was in need of, but of course did not know it. Now he was in the medical-oriented part of the store. Surely he'd find what he was looking for here???
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Jonah was not at all clumsy. Just... unsteady, really. Nobody needed to know that.
Jonah listened carefully to the woman's reply, immediately picking up on her impatience. "I see. I won't get in your way of your important shopping, then." He eyed the shelf she was looking at, then sighed, complaining to himself quietly that he hated shopping and all apothecaries should have scar cream somewhere obvious. He moved methodically down the aisle, not wanting to admit defeat and try another store. He passed the potion she was in need of, but of course did not know it. Now he was in the medical-oriented part of the store. Surely he'd find what he was looking for here???
She didn't mean to sound impatient. Honest. Just. She was just. She wanted to get this potion and get out of here as soon as possible lest anyone see her with it. "Thanks," she replied, ducking her head and feeling somewhat embarrassed.
She was, however, quite thankful that he didn't press. But. But that didn't mean that she wasn't aware of his struggle too. "Scar cream?" She looked over at him before he entirely walked away. She had heard him complaining to himself. And. And maybe a distraction would be nice. Something to make her feel less weird about the interaction, at least. "I know where they keep that if you need help finding it," she offered, her voice soft.
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Jonah wasn't offended that the woman was impatient. He had no idea what she was looking for (despite standing right next to it), and for all he knew it was very time sensitive. He certainly didn't want to get in her way if it was an emergency. Plus, he had business to get on with, because he really needed the scar cream.
Surprised to hear her voice again, he stopped, half-turning his head. "Yes, scar cream... and yes, I very much need help finding it." It was for a friend, you see, and he promised. And his promises always delivered, and that was why his friends trusted him, and he was anxious to keep things that way. Also it was urgent and he didn't feel entirely well... he'd like to be done with his shopping.
These slow days were the worst. Spencer knew, of course, that with the summer holidays and all, it wasn't going to be as slow here as it could be, but he still didn't really anticipate much of a hustle and bustle. Maybe because the place didn't smell too fancy fresh. Oh, sure, none of that old rotten eggs business, but there was still that aroma that only jars upon jars of dead and/or pickled things could bring to an enclosed space.
Anyway. He may be mellowing slightly in his old age (25!!! the pain of it!!) and been at this job for a long while now, but Spence still did not vibe too well with silence and stillness. He drummed his fingers incessantly on the counter and looked around the shop for the eight-billionth time for someone who might need some kind of assistance or direction or whatever, found no lost-looking customers, and so strolled instead over to a glass jar of slimy dead things and used it as a makeshift mirror while he messed with his hair. Never know which of his, uh, old friends might make an appearance.
He bared his teeth and checked for spinach, even though he'd not touched the stuff in his entire life. And good thing too, because there was-... oh, never mind. Just a bit of distorted rat spleen inside the jar.
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Phoebe was almost done with her Hogwarts shopping, but she still needed equipment for her potions class. Today, she slipped away (with permission) from the Stemp House group and entered the Slug & Jiggers apothecary. She had a list of things she needed- phials, a cauldron (though she wanted to get those at Potage's Cauldron Shop), a basic potion kit, and some brass scales.
She wanted to be straightforward with her shopping- she got distracted by the leather book of potions, carefully perusing the pages and taking pictures of the recipes that seemed the most interesting and useful. They were too hard for her, but not too hard for her big brother Noah! She wanted to show them to him, because he was a PROPER POTIONS EXPERT. This detour took at least ten minutes. NOW she was ready to be straightforward. She found herself a pair of brass scales (the nicest and most precise set she could find), and then a set of phials. She was supposed to be getting glass, but she'd found a galleon on the ground and she treated herself to some nice crystal ones! Now for the basic potions kit- she knew just where those were, and she made a beeline towards them, feeling like a properly efficient shopper.
There was one problem: Phoebe couldn't reach, not even on her tippiest toes. Not even if she jumped a little bit (she tried this repeatedly). She wished one of the nice adults she knew or at least a nice older kid was here because they were TALL. Above 5 feet tall, at least...
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Visiting Diagon Alley was not on Daniel’s list of favourite things to do. The street was far too loud most of the time, the shops all crammed in next to each other meaning that wandering its length resulted in being too up close and personal with some rather unsavoury characters. He’d never admit to it openly but he actually preferred the openness of seaside town St Ives where his parents still lived and he grew up, despite its close proximity to a large population of Muggles.
The only consolation of visiting the street during November was that the irritating brigades of children were at school and not getting in his way. His daughter was exempt from any opinion of spawns, mostly because he had not been around for the majority of her growing years and was left getting to know a very mature young lady who was wise far beyond her years. He was proud to be Rowan’s father and her company he could withstand, that didn’t mean he wanted to be exposed to the presence of any more children however.
The reason for his visit today was to collect ingredients for the potions he had promised his mother he’d brew. He knew Trixie was perfectly capable of creating them herself but she took great pride in knowing that it was HER sons that made the potions for her class at Wizarding University and he was incapable of saying no to her. He would likely do the same for his father too despite their conflict throughout the years. Call it emotional maturity, Daniel had mellowed a fair amount over the past decade or so.
But that didn’t mean he was perfect, hence the stoic, emotionless expression as the six foot man whipped the door open to the Apothecary with quite some foreboding presence.
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Visiting Diagon Alley was not on Daniel’s list of favourite things to do. The street was far too loud most of the time, the shops all crammed in next to each other meaning that wandering its length resulted in being too up close and personal with some rather unsavoury characters. He’d never admit to it openly but he actually preferred the openness of seaside town St Ives where his parents still lived and he grew up, despite its close proximity to a large population of Muggles.
The only consolation of visiting the street during November was that the irritating brigades of children were at school and not getting in his way. His daughter was exempt from any opinion of spawns, mostly because he had not been around for the majority of her growing years and was left getting to know a very mature young lady who was wise far beyond her years. He was proud to be Rowan’s father and her company he could withstand, that didn’t mean he wanted to be exposed to the presence of any more children however.
The reason for his visit today was to collect ingredients for the potions he had promised his mother he’d brew. He knew Trixie was perfectly capable of creating them herself but she took great pride in knowing that it was HER sons that made the potions for her class at Wizarding University and he was incapable of saying no to her. He would likely do the same for his father too despite their conflict throughout the years. Call it emotional maturity, Daniel had mellowed a fair amount over the past decade or so.
But that didn’t mean he was perfect, hence the stoic, emotionless expression as the six foot man whipped the door open to the Apothecary with quite some foreboding presence.
Though there were a number of potions ingredients that he could grow himself, there were, of course, a number that he could not, and so it was necessary to stop by the apothecary every now and then. A couple pepperup potions and cough potions were on the list to restock as well. With winter fast approaching, Luke could not let any potential colds affect his work or his studies.
He scanned the shelves near the front of the store just as the door to the shop opened, allowing the cold wind and another customer to enter. Luke cast only a passing glance at first, until a second later he realized it was someone he actually recognized. A debate entered his mind, deciding whether to say hello to Daniel Broadmoor or pretend that he hadn't noticed him enter. Not because of anything that had to do with the man himself, but simply because Luke was not always the most social person. He hadn't ventured out here to socialize, only to pick up what he needed and then return home.
However, he supposed there was no harm in it for now. "Daniel," he said, giving a nod in hello.
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Daniel had every intention of getting in and out of Diagon Alley as quickly as you could say ‘Pepper-Up Potion’ and yet not long after he had entered the store like a Abraxan with tunnel vision did a voice ring out calling his name. He turned to his left, the usual stoic and unimpressed expression gracing the thirty-three year, to see a familiar face looking back at him.
At least there was somewhat of a mutual agreement that the pair didn’t particularly want to socialise with one another and yet with the closeness of their families, they felt compelled to not ignore each other's existence. Ordinarily Daniel would’ve made no effort to respond to a random greeting on the street but it had been instilled in the Broadmoor that the Amsterns were practically family. His mother, the only person who could make him do anything just by one pleading look (perhaps now with the exception of his child whose fondness for had been growing since discovering her existence), would’ve been most disappointed had she heard that Daniel had left Luke ‘on read’.
“Luke” the man nodded cordially back, briefly glancing down at the ingredients in the other's hands. “It appears we are both searching for the same things.” By that he meant ingredients for healing potions, ones he recognised instantaneously as he was consistently brewing them for his mother’s supply. He was glad she was no longer working with children so often, the little beasts were constantly full of bugs and germs which he did not wish to be shared with him but the university students appeared to be equally as germ-ridden. Perhaps it was the stress?
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Daniel had every intention of getting in and out of Diagon Alley as quickly as you could say ‘Pepper-Up Potion’ and yet not long after he had entered the store like a Abraxan with tunnel vision did a voice ring out calling his name. He turned to his left, the usual stoic and unimpressed expression gracing the thirty-three year, to see a familiar face looking back at him.
At least there was somewhat of a mutual agreement that the pair didn’t particularly want to socialise with one another and yet with the closeness of their families, they felt compelled to not ignore each other's existence. Ordinarily Daniel would’ve made no effort to respond to a random greeting on the street but it had been instilled in the Broadmoor that the Amsterns were practically family. His mother, the only person who could make him do anything just by one pleading look (perhaps now with the exception of his child whose fondness for had been growing since discovering her existence), would’ve been most disappointed had she heard that Daniel had left Luke ‘on read’.
“Luke” the man nodded cordially back, briefly glancing down at the ingredients in the other's hands. “It appears we are both searching for the same things.” By that he meant ingredients for healing potions, ones he recognised instantaneously as he was consistently brewing them for his mother’s supply. He was glad she was no longer working with children so often, the little beasts were constantly full of bugs and germs which he did not wish to be shared with him but the university students appeared to be equally as germ-ridden. Perhaps it was the stress?
It would have been easy to continue on with his business without acknowledging anyone else, and Luke would not have minded it a bit. He imagined Daniel would have been fine with it as well. And so it was unlikely his mother would ever hear about it. Yet even so, he could picture her disappointment if she did. And though it wouldn't be the first time he had disappointed her, it also wasn't something he tried to make a habit of.
All things considered, talking to Daniel wasn't so bad. Even if they weren't extremely close, Luke felt like they understood each other on some level, at least in terms of socializing, and so his presence was tolerable.
"Seems so," he agreed, picking up a vial of pepper-up potion. "It's about that time to be stocking up on these." What with the approach of winter and all the colds and germs that came along with it. Better to be prepared than caught off guard.
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To be honest it was probably a good thing that Daniel avoided socialisation like it was Mumblemumps as he wasn’t always the kindest person. He’d matured over the years but his patience had barely improved and standing around conversing with a stranger was about last on the list of things he wanted to achieve in the day. Luke was lucky enough (or unlucky enough depending on whose opinion it was) to at least be somewhat involved in his social circle that he would avoid any harsh words and opinions from the man.
Besides his mother still had such a strong influence on him that he couldn’t bear the disappointment on her face if he did otherwise.
“Mum has me brewing these every other week this time of year” he grumbled, adding another ingredient into his bag. “Not that I begrudge her asking me but I’d much rather she ask for something at least a little more complex.” He could brew those things with his eyes closed to the point that it became tedious and repetitive. He wanted to flex his abilities, show off his skills. Still, he did them without so much as a complaint towards Trixie.
He supposed he should ask how the Amsterns were doing considering how close the two families were. “How is your mother? And the rest of the family?” He asked, pretending that he was totally uninterested by scanning the shelves for another product but truthfully caring as Vashti really was like an Aunt to the Broadmoor children. He should probably introduce the woman to his daughter once she had returned from Hogwarts.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Id was by no means old enough to be in Diagon Alley by himself, though he was quite sure his mother would find an excuse to not let him on his own even when he became of age. The thought horrified him because, yep; his mum was extremely protective. So, with the rest of his family nearby, the soon-to-be second year roamed the aisles of the apothecary with just as much interest and curiosity he had the summer before. Now that his first year had been completed, Idris had developed an appreciation for potion ingredients having dealt first hand with them.
Though… a few of those ingredients still repulsed him. Like the Puffer fish eyes.
Id shuddered as he came across them, promptly positioned his face in the opposite direction and hurried away. Listen, there was something creepy about the way the eyes seemed to look at and follow him. It was unnerving! But any crisis was averted as he put a safe distance between him and the eyes. Now the list of dwindling ingredients that he had made after taking inventory of his potion kit could be consulted.
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Id was by no means old enough to be in Diagon Alley by himself, though he was quite sure his mother would find an excuse to not let him on his own even when he became of age. The thought horrified him because, yep; his mum was extremely protective. So, with the rest of his family nearby, the soon-to-be second year roamed the aisles of the apothecary with just as much interest and curiosity he had the summer before. Now that his first year had been completed, Idris had developed an appreciation for potion ingredients having dealt first hand with them.
Though… a few of those ingredients still repulsed him. Like the Puffer fish eyes.
Id shuddered as he came across them, promptly positioned his face in the opposite direction and hurried away. Listen, there was something creepy about the way the eyes seemed to look at and follow him. It was unnerving! But any crisis was averted as he put a safe distance between him and the eyes. Now the list of dwindling ingredients that he had made after taking inventory of his potion kit could be consulted.
Which ingredient should he grab first?
It had been a day of following Mrs. Birch and her terrible brood around Di...Diagon Alley. In the bustling group of six--one the adult and four her bustling clutch of chickies, Rae was the tiny one in the back with a sullen expression on her face and hair as unkempt as the day she'd been plucked off the street. She'd just been told off for the third time that morning and didn't feel at all that she wanted to be included in their little "family outing".
As they walked the aisles, Rae looked on at the ingredients with mild interest. She couldn't read any of the labels and hadn't the first idea what any of them were meant to do. Only a week prior, she'd been a free bird with dirty feet and a wide grin as she scrambled across rooftops with her friends. Her wings had since been clipped and there had been nothing but trouble since.
At some point, the little girl became aware that she'd lost the little group but at the risk of being reprimanded when she was inevitably found...she simply didn't care.
In fact, Rae went out of her way to be further lost, hoping this time would be the time. She would work on finding her way home after the escape. It was the getting away that was most important. Her plan would've worked, too, if she hadn't turned the corner of the aisle as sharply as she had and ended up running into someone in the process.
"....Ow." Rae rubbed at her nose that now hurt from the impact. It took an extra second to realise she'd actually run into someone. "Are you alright?" She didn't need the hassle of someone screaming and alerting the woman to her current location.
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