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riddlelog2017-09-13 10:43 am
fishpetals) wrote in riddlelog2017-09-13 10:43 am
louder than sirens, louder than bells {OPEN}
Who: Lily and you.
What: Apothecary nonsense.
Where: Auturgy.
When: Throughout September.
Warnings: None so far.
From the outside, Auturgy looks like any other apothecary. Anyone who's anyone knows that the brilliant witch inside is one of the best in the business though, and certainly the best in Diagon. The most brilliant witch of her generation, Albus Dumbledore had called her when she was still in Hogwarts, and that shines through now. In any case, the shop's hours are tailor-made for the curfew of a muggle-born witch or wizard but even some of the snobbiest purebloods shop there, having to admit that if they want quality, they have to come here. The inside of the shop is homey, smelling of spice instead of fumes, and the pet bed by the door has in turns a large black dog, a squish-faced orange cat, or both.
There are potions along one wall, ingredients along another, a squat shelf of potions books, and two displays with potion-making tools for sale just in case. Lily brews behind the counter, chirping glass birds sound when you open the door, and while until now she's always worked alone, there are a few new employees that may be tinkering around assisting her and in turn assisting any customers. There are special order forms that can be filled out and the proprietress will get back to you with prices and a time frame as soon as possible.
What: Apothecary nonsense.
Where: Auturgy.
When: Throughout September.
Warnings: None so far.
From the outside, Auturgy looks like any other apothecary. Anyone who's anyone knows that the brilliant witch inside is one of the best in the business though, and certainly the best in Diagon. The most brilliant witch of her generation, Albus Dumbledore had called her when she was still in Hogwarts, and that shines through now. In any case, the shop's hours are tailor-made for the curfew of a muggle-born witch or wizard but even some of the snobbiest purebloods shop there, having to admit that if they want quality, they have to come here. The inside of the shop is homey, smelling of spice instead of fumes, and the pet bed by the door has in turns a large black dog, a squish-faced orange cat, or both.
There are potions along one wall, ingredients along another, a squat shelf of potions books, and two displays with potion-making tools for sale just in case. Lily brews behind the counter, chirping glass birds sound when you open the door, and while until now she's always worked alone, there are a few new employees that may be tinkering around assisting her and in turn assisting any customers. There are special order forms that can be filled out and the proprietress will get back to you with prices and a time frame as soon as possible.
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Because Harry just so happens to be working a shift in the shop right now, not that he actually doesn't show up for work every day since he'd been hired, but - you know. He's here. Working.
At this moment in time, he's reading through a list of ingredients he'd been asked to sort and lay out in alphabetical order. It's a new shipment of strange things, roots and tubers and leaves and essential oils, many of which he'd actually never even heard of before.
The sound of the chirping birds gets him to look up and he offers the newcomer a smile -- right up until Harry's pleasant expression veers into recognition and surprise. ]
Professor Lupin. [ Beat. ] Er - I mean, Remus. Hello.
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Apparently he's been recognized as well, and Remus is still absolutely thrown by that title.] Harry, I assume? Lily told me about you.
[James and Sirius, presumably, are just forgetful in that way.] So I was your teacher as well? Seems nearly every Displaced person I speak to calls me that.