Apothecary ll OPEN
Hestia was on her second day at Diagon Alley, getting everything she needed for her last year. Of course her growth spurt had just about reached it’s end so she had the privilege to skip the robes, the wands, and the pet shops, where most younger students crowded the windows and halls within them. Aside from the missing textbook or two, she was there to gather more personal items for the year, and with NEWTS coming up she was certain she’d have her hands full with Potions work. Which meant some…extra experimenting, she mused with a mischievous smirk. Fiddling through the rows of potion properties, herbs, and recipes, she came across one she’d been looking for for weeks and upon a dramatic, yet shushed ‘huzzah’ she bumped shoulders with a particular brew that was quickly making its way down to the hard floor. Reaching to catch it, she found her luck was on her side today when someone caught the vile for her and she let out a relieved sigh. “Quick hands.” she complimented, looking up at the face of the saviour. “I would have had to pay half my savings if that had smashed, thank you.”
Ezra dragged his feet as he shuffled through the Apothecary. He wasn’t regretting spending the money he had put aside for a new set of scales on something else, but he wasn’t looking forward to Professor Slughorn’s disappointed glares. He reached a glass cabinet containing rows upon rows of scales in silver, brass, and gold. He eyed a particularly shabby looking set near the back of the cabinet, the once shiny brass dulled by a thick layer of dust. Hoping it might be second hand, and more affordable, he reached down to look at the small brown label attached. “3 Galleons? Really?” he muttered under his breath. Despite the fact that his lack of funds was entirely his fault, he turned away from the cabinet white knuckled and red faced. As he turned the corner into the next row full of recipes and herbs, he was immediately greeted with a vile falling from its iron stand towards the floor. He quickly reached out to catch it with a speed that surprised even himself. The glass landed safely in his dirty palms.
“Quick hands.” said a relieved voice. He looked away from the vile and into a young woman’s eyes. “I would have to pay half my savings if that had smashed, thank you.”
“No problem.” Ezra shrugged, handing her the potion. He had a feeling that he knew her from somewhere. Probably school, but he couldn’t be sure. He was terrible with faces. He was about to excuse himself and head out of the Apothecary and down the alley when he finally put a name to the girl’s face.
“You’re Jones, right? Hestia Jones?”
