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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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oh so helpfully. And then Severus makes a noncommittal noise, absolving her kneejerk apology in a kind of normal human being way that is at once completely uninteresting and absolutely baffling. There is perhaps no one else on earth who he wouldn't glower at for making him wait fifteen seconds - at least no one that Harry's seen him interact with. Ever.
A n y w a y. Besides that, he remains aloof. They are not supposed to be friends, they are not supposed to be conspiring. Severus is here in a professional capacity, because it's his projects that require her temporary presence, because a non-faculty muggle-born needs an escort through the Floo Network, because it's only sensible to be the one to take care of it.
The look he gives her is opaque. Formal. The hesitation before he speaks is so minuscule it would take someone who actually knows him to notice-- ]
If all's in order, let's be on our way.
[ The Leakey Cauldron is still an inexplicable hub of the universe, even in this world, and it's the only non-government building in London that's hooked up to the headmaster's fireplace. Much better than having to go through the Ministry. ]
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anyway. severus plays himself so well that it makes something twist in lily's gut and she swallows once but smiles at harry before nodding. ] Yes. I'll be going with Professor Snape to Hogwarts. I need an escort and he's kindly [ which is hilarious sounding if one considers the idea that he's meant to be the severus that coldly shut out lily evans after hogwarts. ] volunteered for the job.
[ she sighs, rocking on the balls of her feet. ] I won't be gone long, just take special order requests for anything not in stock. I'll make any of it when I get back. If it's an emergency they can go elsewhere. If not, they can wait.
[ a breath and she smiles again, shifting her bag— ] Mordred is set for the weekend, so don't worry about him. Just mind the shop. I'll see you Monday, Harry. [ when she turns toward severus, something curious happens - her hand brushes along his elbow briefly, squeezing before dropping again. it's a split-second but it's there, and to anyone looking that doesn't know her well, it would look like lily's just getting his attention after rambling on to harry. ] Let's go.