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Post by Megan Emerson on Jan 4, 2013 22:57:11 GMT -8
Megan smiled to herself as she entered the dusty old apothecary where she used to work. She nodded a hello at the equally old and dusty owner, who stood behind the counter and scowled at everyone who came into his shop. No doubt he was still angry with her for quitting to start teaching at Hogwarts. Sometimes, she had to admit, she was pretty angry with herself for that too. She'd had more free time to do as she pleased when she was just a potion brewer. Now she had to add teaching and mentoring to her list of duties. Duties that included brewing simple healing potions for the school's hospital wing, and more complicated ones in her spare time to be shipped to St. Mungo's.
It was due to all this extra brewing she was taking on that she felt the need to visit Diagon Alley on this fine day. Not to mention her classes had really depleted her stores. Still, Meg welcomed the chance to get out of the castle and away from her students. She missed the days when she was a student herself and she could do as she pleased, so long as she made it to Potions on time. It was a lot like how her job was now, except she had to grade papers and give points and look in on her old house every once in a while. It was actually really exhausting.
Armed with a basket, she wandered the store, scooping and bagging various herbs and severed animal parts to take back with her. The apothecary was home to her - her second favorite place in the world next to the potion classroom - so it was natural for her to get in the rhythm of checking over the ingredients and ignore her surroundings completely ... until she bumped into someone and her basket crashed to the floor. A bottle of pickled eyes had broken and the vile liquid covered everything.
Meg swore under her breath. She took a deep breath before mumbling "I'm sorry," to the person she'd bumped into and looking up to see who it was.
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