Magic in the Blood||Ramsey and Severus
This was far from civilisation, but somehow in the middle of it. The Selkies Tayle had been the bar he'd used to deal illegal potions out of, and so when he arrived this evening, the barman seemed a little surprised but gave him a polite enough nod with a gruff "no trouble, hear?". Practically a "Welcome, what would sir like?" by the standards of this place.
Eyes sweeping over the current customers, Severus made his way over to one of the tables, all of them pushed up against the crooked peeling-paint walls and crossed his arms, fixing the door with a determined gaze.
He had come some way in working out a few of the intricacies of blood magic, but to complete the requested potion he needed something more from Goyle. Not money, but it tasted of copper. Not the truth, but you wouldn't want it spilled. Not magic but it thrummed in his veins. He needed blood. Something to anchor the ward to one person or one family.
Severus had idly wondered whether slipping a little of his own into the potion would affect it, or if somehow the Muggle in him would perhaps ruin the batch. From what he could research, this blood magic only worked with magical individuals and was entirely ineffective with Muggle blood added.
A movement interrupted his thoughts and a grim smile twisted his thin lips. "Goyle. How are you recovering?" His eyes flicked towards the other man's arm.
