[ Harry is one of those new employees helping to tinker and assist where necessary. He's never been the best at potions by any means, and Professor Snape can attest to that (with glee, he's sure) but if it means getting an opportunity to watch (over) his mum and generally revolve around her presence in a way that isn't contrived and out-of-place, then this is the way to do it. He'd known something of how skilled and smart his mum had been back at Hogwarts but seeing it in person gives him a whole new perspective on it. He admires his mother so much more than he'd ever thought possible.
But Harry has gotten rather good at keeping his cool and resisting the urge to just stare for minutes on end, still in disbelief that this is real and not a dream. He's even stopped pinching himself every now and then. It'd been a process, but one he can say he'd successfully dealt with.
As it is, Harry can be found wandering the small shop from time to time, straightening bottles, dusting off the counters, tidying up lists. In between those times he'll be helping his mother out at the back of the shop, learning how to brew a certain elixir, or identifying one specific root from another, or he'll be standing by the cash with a readied: ]
Hello. How can I help you?
[ He doesn't notice when, later in the afternoon, a rather familiar figure steps through the door until it's a little too late. And then Harry's blood goes cold, though his heart starts to beat quicker, surged with a sudden rush of adrenaline - or maybe it's just irritation and annoyance. It's his old professor, only he ... doesn't look old at all. ]
ota + a special bit for snape
But Harry has gotten rather good at keeping his cool and resisting the urge to just stare for minutes on end, still in disbelief that this is real and not a dream. He's even stopped pinching himself every now and then. It'd been a process, but one he can say he'd successfully dealt with.
As it is, Harry can be found wandering the small shop from time to time, straightening bottles, dusting off the counters, tidying up lists. In between those times he'll be helping his mother out at the back of the shop, learning how to brew a certain elixir, or identifying one specific root from another, or he'll be standing by the cash with a readied: ]
Hello. How can I help you?
[ He doesn't notice when, later in the afternoon, a rather familiar figure steps through the door until it's a little too late. And then Harry's blood goes cold, though his heart starts to beat quicker, surged with a sudden rush of adrenaline - or maybe it's just irritation and annoyance. It's his old professor, only he ... doesn't look old at all. ]