Sep. 26th, 2017 11:40 pm

you didn't know me when you were a kid {CLOSED}

fishpetals: (and little old me i lost my key)
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Who: Lily and Severus.
What: A witch and a wizard dicking around working.
When: Over the weekend.
Where: Hogwarts.
Warnings: Swearing, smoking, shit-talking, the usual. Harry, don't look.

Lily hasn't been back to Hogwarts since graduating. She's had no reason to be—her correspondence with the young potionsmaster is shaky at best and before that there had simply been no reason for it whatsoever. In fact, without the need for her assistance in a professional capacity, her presence at Hogwarts would be very suspect indeed. LUCKILY, she is there to work! Needing an escort is strange but traveling with Severus has some kind of calm associated with it even if it shouldn't; maybe it's the fact that this is a different Severus that gives a rat's ass, maybe it's not. The why doesn't matter so much.

Getting settled is easy—she has one small bag and she'll be taking it with her to her accommodations when curfew rolls around. Mostly it just winds up with Lily squinting up at Severus with her hands on her hips, looking expectant. "Well, we should get to work." Yes they should. But what is the real work, you ask? It is a mystery.
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Sep. 13th, 2017 10:43 am

louder than sirens, louder than bells {OPEN}

fishpetals: (as long as you will)
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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.
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