closed; when we were younger
Who: Neville Longbottom and Lily Evans
What: Job hunting? In this economy???
When: September 2, 1980
Where: Auturgy, Diagon Alley
Warning: None
Status: In Progress
There's no hiding nervousness, at least, not when it comes to Neville. Palms sweating, shoulders tensed, at least it helps him fit in among the other Diagon Alley shoppers. Familiarity shortens the trip, but the doors of Auturgy seem to make things...more real, somehow. A pause, a deep breath, c'mon Neville, you've got this -- and he pushes open the door.
It's...really nice, actually. Neatly organized and warmly lit, the usual scent of an apothecary faint under something sweet and spicy. Confidence bolstered, nerves eased, Neville slips inside the shop with his head on a swivel. Maybe she's in the back?
"Uhm, hello? Ms. Evans?"
What: Job hunting? In this economy???
When: September 2, 1980
Where: Auturgy, Diagon Alley
Warning: None
Status: In Progress
There's no hiding nervousness, at least, not when it comes to Neville. Palms sweating, shoulders tensed, at least it helps him fit in among the other Diagon Alley shoppers. Familiarity shortens the trip, but the doors of Auturgy seem to make things...more real, somehow. A pause, a deep breath, c'mon Neville, you've got this -- and he pushes open the door.
It's...really nice, actually. Neatly organized and warmly lit, the usual scent of an apothecary faint under something sweet and spicy. Confidence bolstered, nerves eased, Neville slips inside the shop with his head on a swivel. Maybe she's in the back?
"Uhm, hello? Ms. Evans?"

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"Please, Lily is fine. I'm not that much older than you are. As for your grades, that's a fantastic start. It's not as though we can request transcripts like this, but working a bit on trial basis is enough to scare away anyone not actually well-versed. You know how these plants can get."
Of course he does.
She nods; it's decided, then. "I've gone from working on my own to having three employees in a matter of days. It's a little overwhelming, if I'm honest. You, Dean Thomas, and Harry."
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"Lily, then."
A breath, spine straightening, and Neville nods in response. It's a bit of a surprise to hear about Dean and Harry working here too, but that's a relief.
"They're my housemates," he admits, eyes bright. "We can work 'round each other if you're worried about us taking up too much space!"