Encounters of the Magical Kind
Jackson sighed heavily as he looked over his expansive collection of polyjuice potions. All of the bottles were labeled so that only he would know what they would change the drinker into. He picked up a bottle labeled 'Dub Hook Bar' and pictured the man he would become if he drank it. A picture of an eighteen year old Middle Eastern man in Dubai he met in a hookah bar six or seven months back popped into his head. He was around six feet, two inches, with shoulder length wavy black hair. He also had high cheek bones and delicious mocha skin that had made Jackson's mouth water on first sight. He was also a furry bastard too. Jackson grinned rougishly when he thought about how he had collected that bit of DNA. He set the bottle back down and went back to frowning. He had enough potions to last him a few months more at least, but he wasn't happy with how long the potion lasted. As well, he sometimes needed to go back to his normal body in a pinch, which wasn't possible without drinking a potion with his DNA in it. Then it just got weird when the potion wore off. He would turn back into himself but it would feel like half of his body wasn't right. Jackson twitched his lips in frustration. He needed to learn some more about the potion. But he really did not feel like searching the forests of Romania again to find the potions master who taught him the first time around. Besides, he had left there in a bit of a hurry and was quite certain the man was none to happy to return home to find all of his polyjuice ingredients gone. He vaguely remembered an expansive bookstore from when he first arrive. What had it been called? Flourish....and...Erm....Bob's? No. That wasn't it. Shit. He spent a moment more thinking but simply could not remember the name, which meant floo powder was out of the question. He thought for a moment more and remembered the store front and the surrounding area nearly perfectly, minus the name. He shrugged. Apparation it was. He reached for a couple of potions but decided against it. He didn't know why, but he felt like wearing his real face was important. Just in case though, he grabbed 'Dub Hook Bar' just in case. After fetching a cloak that sufficiently covered his body and face, he focused on the building and turned on the spot. After disgusting sensation of what he imagined popping out of a vagina felt like, Jackson opened his eyes to find himself directly in front of the shop. Flourish and Blott's. "Well.....thats a stupid name," he said curtly. "Flourish and Bob's sounds so much better." He sniffed once and headed inside, removing the hood of his cloak as he did so. None of Voldemort's followers were smart enough to walk into a bookstore, so he figured he was safe. He stared all around at the shelves and shelves just lined with books. "Merlin," he muttered in awe. How the Fuck was he supposed to find the book he was looking for?