Full Moon Potions

[Noelle Cheever]

*nods in confusion*

Ahhh... ok...

*cringes in memories*

I could never write. Ever. I've had enough problems with the papers, if I started writing it'd kill me worse.

[Luna Lovegood]

**quirks an eyebrowm a tad confused**

What do you mean you have had problems with the papers?

[Noelle Cheever]

*sighs*

I'm the veela girl who's always in them. The vampire attack last year was on my brother, My ex-fionce and my boyfriend got into a fight, I was attacked in the leaky, attacked again in Diagon Ally, and if there's any more they put in there I don't remember.

((OCC Just so you know, it was George Weasley and Devlin Wilkes who got into the fight, I'm not sure if you read up on the history))

[Luna Lovegood]

**looks concerned**

Oh no! Are you okay?

[Noelle Cheever]

*smiles and laughs lightly*

I'm fine now, all in the past. Hoping to throw those days out. Better to forget

*wink*

[Gerwulf Hunt]

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*the jingle above the door announces a new customer*

Hello?

*the young man waits patiently until a witch appears from the back of the store*

I would like to buy a large bottle of Strengthening Solution, please.

*embarrassedly clears his throat*

[Theodore Nott]

::The door to the shop opens, jingling the bell again.::

::Upon entering Theo notices a wizard about his age being helped by the witch behind the counter.::

::Dips his head politely to the two, and hangs back. He wishes to operate as privately as possible, and prefers to allow others to do the same.::

[Gerwulf Hunt]

*stands aside when the witch tells him he has to wait a moment, large bottles being in the basement*

*almost bumps into another customer, and lets out involuntarily a low growl before he apologizes*

Awfully sorry, Sir!

*glances at the newcomer, intrigued by the gentlemanly appearance, contrasting with the dark vibes he sends off*

[Theodore Nott]

::Eye narrow sharply when the wizard ahead of him bumps right into his side.::

::Ignores the apology, regarding the man coldly. He heard the low growl, it sounded too aggressive, almost too real.::

No harm done.

::Cocks a brow, eyes flicking over the wizard's features, getting a sense that he's a rough and tumble kind of bloke.::

[Gerwulf Hunt]

*nods and flashes a quick smile, revealing perfect and sharp teeth*

*walks over to the shelves and looks at the display, shooting furtive glances back to the wizard now and then, by habit trying to catch his scent, wondering if the man is one of their wizard allies*

[Theodore Nott]

::Senses the wizard's eyes on him every few moments or so, and risks a glance out of the corner of his eye. Maybe they know each other.::

::Turns his eyes back to a shelf, passing over the great number of bottles. Carefully he reaches up, pulls an old bottle green bottle down, and turns his cheek toward the man.::

Do we know each other?

[Gerwulf Hunt]

*shakes his head warily*

No, don't think so. Maybe you' ve seen me in a pub. Don't think we frequent the same circles.

*as the witch returns he asks for a glass and downs a large amount of the potion before stuffing the bottle in his bag*

[Theodore Nott]

::Nods, returning the bottle to the shelf, and faces the wizard.::

No, no we don't frequent the same circles. I made the assumption we might have met before upon noticing your occasional glances my way.

::Flashes a charming smile to the witch as she returns, moving lightly forward to take his turn.::

::Addresses her in a low voice, keeping an eye on the wizard through his peripheral vision.::

I've been searching for Felix Felicis. I haven't the time to make it myself you see...

[Gerwulf Hunt]

*his sharp ears pick up what the other is asking for, and he gives him another of his dangerous smiles*

If you would tell me your name, we'd probably find we have mutual acquaintances?

*still wondering why an obviously rich wizard needs luck*

[Theodore Nott]

::Slowly turns to face the wizard, eyes narrow and pretentious smirk set firmly on his full lips. He takes a minute or two to reassess the wizard, and takes the risk he isn't a Ministry worker, or any nonsense like that.::

Theodore Nott.

::Holds out a pale graceful hand, wondering who they could have as a common acquaintance.::