louder than sirens, louder than bells {OPEN}

[fishpetals]

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.

Comments

[westhamwizard]

Dean was extremely thankful to Harry's mum for offering him a job. Though now that he's working for her, he should probably start thinking of her as Lily, not "Harry's mum." In any event, he's not the best at potions, but he's tall and can thus reach the high shelves better than anyone else can, and he's got good penmanship for labeling potion vials.

His customer service attitude could probably be better, but then he can't help but be shocked at some of Lily's pureblood clients. He does his best not to say anything, though. He just keeps his head down and lets Lily handle the customers who were Death Eaters in his own timeline.

[hermyownee]

After making her way to McKinnon's, Hermione heads straight to Auturgy. Harry has told her all about his Mum being there, of course. And she can't wait to meet her. And also pick up quite a few ingredients for a brand new batch of Polyjuice... she's fairly sure they're going to need it. Especially without the invisibility cloak around.

She's a bit nervous about meeting Harry's mum, if she's honest. She's always heard wonderful things about her from everyone. And of course she wants to make sure she's making a good impression.

With a deep breath, she pushes the door to the shop open and glances up at the sound of the birds, smiling softly at that. But a moment later she turns her attention to the woman behind the counter and recognizes her immediately. She seems focused on her potion making so Hermione approaches quietly.

"Hm, hello."

September 5

[wolfymcwolf]

Remus enters the little shop, the familiar chirping of the birds drawing up a smile. He pauses in the doorway to give a demanding Mordred a good chin-scratch, then looks around the little shop, for once not looking for Lily herself, not that he'd mind seeing her of course. He's been curious about the apparent flock of young boys she's hired, and one in particular that she'd excitedly told him about not two days before.

Lily and James' son. That's someone he has to meet.

ota + a special bit for snape

[escare]

[ 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. ]