Potions Purchase
@mikhailpetrov
Mikhail didn’t spend much time anywhere but his home, Hogwarts, or St. Mungos, but he was trying his best to get out there a little bit. The issue with never going out was that he really didn’t know where he was either. Diagon Alley was an adorable little place, thought Mikhail wondered if he preferred Hogsmede, but it was also overwhelming. “Excuse me,” he murmured to the next person he saw, “I was wondering if you could help me find something?” Mikhail was aware of how he came off. At six foot one, wearing all black, an eyepatch, and with a heavy accent, he might be a little intimidating. “There is a...potions shop somewhere here, yes? I’m not...sure what the name of it is.”
Had it been a busier day, Julian would have probably gone unnoticed in his usual wanderings—first past Quality Quidditch Supplies, then another stop at Flourish and Blotts. Even if he wasn’t a voracious reader, that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy looking into some Quidditch strategems… that he hoped his brother would use.
Julian blinked, only having realized that the eyepatched man was actually talking to him. He had a funny accent and was dressed very much like a wizard—at least more than Julian was. Julian was plainly dressed in comparison, or at least to the effect of casual muggle.
“There’s not really a potions shop,” Julian explained politely, though a little confused himself. He certainly hadn’t need any potions in a while, or at least not one that wasn’t prescribed. “But there’s an apothecary, if you need ingredients for a potion—I think if you want something pre-made, you’ll have to owl order from a specific potioneer? Or St. Mungo’s might have some, if you need a healing potion?”
