closed; when we were younger

[allegiant]

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?"

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It's a change that's gone quickly enough, all told. Easier to put aside when Lily doesn't question it, simply moves forward. And, well, he does know how plants can get. So his smile widens a bit more, the remainder of his tension sloughing away.

"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!"