Full Moon Potions

[Gerwulf Hunt]

*takes the hand with his strong calloused one*

Pleased to meet you. My name is Gerwulf Hunt

*when the name Nott rings a bell, an almost imperceptible amber glint flickers in his eyes*

Nott.... *he looks around to make sure the witch hasn't returned but lowers his voice nonetheless*

..are you related to...?

[Theodore Nott]

::Notices the unusual strength in the man's grip as they shake hands. Theodore nods politely as the wizard introduces himself.::

::Sees the familiarity of his name flicker in the man's eyes.::

I am, yes.

::Pulls his shoulders back in a confident manner, narrowing his eyes an infinitesimal amount. How does this wizard know his father?::

I assume you've met my father then, considering you recognize the name.

[Gerwulf Hunt]

*laughs, a rough sound like a bark*

I've never met him myself, but friends of mine know him quite well.

*looks the young man up and down and thinks the situation is rather like sniffing at a newcomer in the pack*

Well, I think it's safe to say we're on the same side then. Only, why do you of all people need liquid luck?

[Theodore Nott]

::Smirks upon hearing the suggestion they are on the same side, when in fact they are not. There is only one side Theodore is on. His.::

::Eyes widen a bit, he thought he spoke low enough that the other wizard couldn't hear his request.::

We all need a lucky day now and again, don't we?

::Flashes a grin, and the witch returns with his request empty handed. Disappointment floods his face, and locks his jaw tightly to refrain from cussing at the woman.::

::Snaps under his breath.::

Rubbish, what use are you then?

[Gerwulf Hunt]

*shrugs at the evasive answer*

I suppose you're right.

*thinks by himself there are better places to get banned substances than a shop in Diagon Alley*

*smiles again*

Good bye then, I am done here, maybe we'll meet again some day?

*hesitates*

Unless I can treat you to a drink?

[Theodore Nott]

::Shrugs indifferently.::

No matter, I'll just make it myself.

::Turns away from the witch ready to leave, considering his offer. He has no reason to refuse.::

Why not, I've no where to be at the moment.

::Moves quickly from the store, and out into Diagon Alley.::

[Gerwulf Hunt]

*nods a good bye to the witch in the shop and follows after him into the street*

Good. What do you think about the Haunt & Goblin?

*points vaguely into the direction of Knockturn Alley*

[Theodore Nott]

::Nods, starting out in the direction of the Knockturn Alley, and the pub.::

Couldn't have chosen a better place myself.

::Pulls the hood of his cloak low over his eyes as he approaches the entrance to Knockturn Alley. The short journey to the pub is made in silence.::

[Django]

*Enters the shop. One thing on his mind that he is looking for.*

*He could use a fix.*

*He casually browses the shop, searching for invigorating draught.*

[Silvery Bletchley]

*Busies herself behind the counter, double-checking the week's orders and going over the financial parchmentwork. Yes, the shop is very well staffed, so much so that she really need not trouble herself with the little things. But being the perfectionist that she is and having all this free time on her hands now that Miles is away again, she finds herself in the shop more and more. She is the owner after all, her presence on its own ensures that her staff will be working harder.*

*Shakes her head and points at a section on the parchment she's holding, her white peacock quill tapping on the number in question.*

Hazel? Are you sure this is correct? I thought we ordered two cases of these last week. Can we really be running low already?

*The pointy-faced old witch she addressed looks over the notes and nods her head. Explaining that they've had an overly busy month and they just can't keep the ingredient in stock.*

Really...?

*Smiles, pleased to hear that sales are up.*

Very well then, go ahead.

*Hands her the parchment and grabs another, taking it with her as she walks around the shop inspecting their stock of potions.*

[Noelle Cheever]

-Noelle stands outside the building, staring at it. She's not there for her job back, frankly she didn't need, it, but she was exploring her familiar spots, and there were some definitely memorable things there.-

-She slowly walks in, holding herself different than she ever did before in this place, more of a noble type of air radiated from her than that innocent ignorance and damsel in distress aura she'd possessed just a year before.-

-slowly she walks down the isles, trailing her fingers lightly over the vials, stopping slightly at a scar remover- which she'd placed so conveniently when she was here last next to the blood replenish. Her hand drifted to her neck, where two fang marks sat in light bumps. She'd refused to let her mother- or her father even- heal her of them. They were her past. They were her mistakes.-

[Theodore Nott]

*White hot searing pain burns from his shoulders, over his neck, and onto every inch of his skull. The headache Theodore was suffering from could be considered the equivalent to a Muggle migraine. He has all the symptoms most Muggles would have when suffering from such a painful affliction. The bright light sears his dark eyes, any and all smells cause his nausea to ebb and flow in great waves, and the constant buzz of noise. Even soft whispering is too much for poor Theodore, he winces from even the small steps he has had to suffer through to get him here.*

*Unfortunately, the wizard wasn't at home when the familiar heated ache spread faster than you could blink from his shoulders to forehead. Had he been a simple cup of vervain tea would have done the trick nicely for him. As a child one of his governesses would often brew him a cup the moment he would get even the slightest hint that a headache was building. Miraculously, the tea worked like a charm every time. But now, now he was in for trouble for he could hardly even walk let alone think of Apparating home. The pressure from using such form of travel would probably cause his head to implode anyway, so it was better that he painfully dragged himself into the potions shop.*

*While he isn't a Potions Master or anything, Theodore knew that there was something in the shop that would help his cause. Perhaps there was even an infusion of vervain. It was a simple enough herb to come by, most places would keep something as such in stock. Wouldn't they?*

*As he weakly pushed himself through the door, he grimaced, hardly able to look around, and ever so quietly he asked.*

H- Hullo?

[Silvery Bletchley]

*Hears the tinkling of the doorbells but doesn't look up immediately, being in the middle of writing something down on her parchment. As she turns the corner though, she sees a very familiar blonde witch...Noelle. She hadn't seen her in quite a while and was about to address her when the door opens once again, distracting her.*

*This person she knew as well, and it had probably been just as long since she'd seen him at Malfoy Manor but his usual air of arrogance was missing from his handsome face, replaced by what seemed like pain...or perhaps he's just had a really bad day?*

*She puts her parchment and quill down on a nearby shelf and places a hand on Noelle's shoulder*

Noelle! So nice to see you. Don't go anywhere, alright? I wan't to know what you've been up to. But let me take care of this customer first, okay?

*Smiles and turns to approach Theodore by the door, wondering what could be troubling him*

Well hello Theodore. I know it's been a long time but you seem a little...off. Is there something I can help you with?

*She meant "help" as in supplying him with a potion, of course. But she's a healer as well, although she's not sure that he knows this. In fact, no one other than the Death Eaters knew the extent of her powers. She is a Dark Healer after all and a title such as that is not one you share with just anyone, but it also means that sometimes just a touch and a non-verbal incantation is all it takes to make another feel better.*

[Theodore Nott]

*His posture was stiff with pain as he stood just inside the door of the shop. Shoulders were shrugged up as high as they could go, making his neck disappear, and the way his eye twitched every time the pain throbbed was really beginning to annoy him, but he tried to remain calm. Theo knew fretting needlessly over the incessant torture would only increase his discomfort, and he tried to remain and appear as cool as the other side of a pillow.*

*The second he heard a witch speaking his head snapped up, and instantly he rued the day he was born. A searing flash of white hot agony flooded every inch above his shoulders and he groaned almost soundlessly. No one, especially him, should have to suffer from so much pain. Unless, of course, it was him delivering it.*

*Eye twitching away, he acknowledged Slivery, not noticing Noelle just yet, and bit down on his lip before whispering.*

Sil- Silvery... how lovely to see you.

*Something of a mix between a smile and a grimace flashed over his features. Even with his suffering his manners never wavered. Around certain company, such as Silvery, and others of her caliber, Theo always maintains a polite face.*

*As much as he didn't want to move about, he began to tap his foot impatiently. Anything to distract himself from the unyielding agony he was in. Unfortunately, the little movements didn't distract him, and only added more stress to his situation by causing more pain.*

I've a headache. And, it could be the one that kills me.

*His eyes narrowed into slits as he regarded the witch he hadn't seen in what seemed like forever, the dim light of the shop was quite bothersome in his current predicament. Silvery, however, still looked lovely as ever. Theo lifted a hand to his neck, and gently began to massage the base of his skull, the most tender of spots currently.*

You've vervain here? Or, perhaps something similar to rid me of my burden?

[Silvery Bletchley]

*Raises an eyebrow, surprised to hear that a headache is all that's ailing him. But she can fix this...without any vervain.*

A headache? Is that all? From the look of anguish on your face I thought you'd just been crucioed.

*Smiles, her eyes on his as she runs two cold, slender fingers over his forehead. Her lips moving as if softly whispering but emanating no sound.*

I'm sorry, I'm not trying to downplay your pain. I just suspect you'll be feeling better a lot sooner than you think. Can I try something?

*Without waiting for an answer she reaches for him slowly, carefully placing a hand on each side of his head. Pressing a thumb to each temple and fingers radiating backwards under his soft hair, she whispers to herself again for a few seconds and then...smirks.*

I don't think you'll be leaving us just yet.

*Steps back slowly, feeling a bit hot and light-headed now but not showing it.*

How do you prefer your vervain, Mr. Nott?

*Watches him for signs of healing, his perfectly handsome face reminding her of Hogwarts and school girl crushes.*