"Draco," Potter grins. "Have I ever told you how very smart you are?" "Not lately," he quips. Potter rises, tugging his work robe from where it's draped over his chair. His excitement is evident on his face. "We need to make a list of shops that sell quinine, then." "Maybe whoever did it grew their own Cinchona plant." Potter visibly deflates. "Oh, right. I didn't think of that." "And there are at least forty different species of Cinchona, Potter." Potter collapses back in his chair, defeated. "That's that, then. Guess we'll have to seek out other avenues." Draco almost feels terrible. "Lucky for us, Kapranos's murderer is the extravagant type and used high-grade quinine." Potter's eyes widen. "Chinchona pubescens and only the Apothecary at Diagon Alley actually bothers to stock that, it's extremely difficult to get hold of, much less cultivate." Potter's mouth is agape and his expression is that of disbelief. Draco smirks at him. "What are you doing, you lazy arse? Sitting about when we've a case to solve." Draco stands up and makes a show of brushing off his robes and shaking his head in mock disgust. "Come along now. We've disgruntled shopkeepers to rouse."
Don’t Let’s Stop or the Case of the Dead Philandering Politician (A Draco Malfoy Mystery) by i_love_my_az (thebodyelectric)
