Lily walked up to the doors of Flourish and Blotts, not quite as inviting as they usually were. Having spent her morning cutting up and squeezing juices out of herbs of Dittany in the darkened labs of St Mungo’s Potions floor, Lily was desperate for even a hint of sunlight in her lunch hour. And yet she found herself taking hurried steps towards one of her favourite, albeit indoor, refuges. While she generally enjoyed her training, there was an almost inordinate amount of reading (this coming from a girl who loved just about nothing more than reading!) she needed to do to understand the intricacies of magical diseases - what could be healed with a potion; what needed a charm; what could not be healed at all and only relieved of pain, for a short time; not to mention the utter inadequacies or rather inexistence of a Wizarding mental health plan. “I’d kill to be back at Hogwarts right now,” she muttered, “I don’t know how Pomfrey does it all alone.”
Books had always been there for him when he was unable to interact with other children when he was younger. So it’s to little surprise that he roams about Flourish and Blotts trying to find some kind of novel or even a textbook or something to occupy his time outside of work. That’s when he saw a familiar red haired woman walking through the store, probably in search of something new herself. It had been what felt like ages since he’s even seen Lily, but even in her presence he couldn’t help but smile—she had that effect on people. « Of course you would, nerd. » he teases with a playful nudge before turning to a bookshelf. « How’s the healer’s life, Lily ? »




















