Solve et Coagula II: owls and RP (Ravenclaw common room, and anyone likely to knock on its door)
Identical owls from Dr Stephen Maturin to the Lady Door, Miss Susan Sto Helit, and Miss Ivanova:
When ordering my Potions supplies, I also requested a full stock list from the alchemists whose work you had appreciated when we met in the library earlier. I had promised to owl you copies, but alas, the list I have just received would give any owl a hernia. I will be in the Ravenclaw common room for most of this evening, and you are most welcome to stop by to peruse it. No need to trouble with the password, for those not Ravenclaws; I can easily let you in. Miss Sto Helit's Embalming Fluid and Lady Door's Bon Vivant have arrived, and there are again some samples of things I know not what. I have no interest in them and you are welcome to try them and/or to abscond with them. There is, happily, no Bezoar scent. - Stephen Maturin
Having written and dispatched the messages, Stephen sank into an overstuffed armchair in the Ravenclaw common room, with some reading on Transfiguration. His mind wandered to some of the conversations he'd had in the past week. The Ravenclaw drinking-party night had proven most interesting, although the drinking games themselves he had no interest in watching or playing. In particular, his mind worried at the problem of the person Methos. Their conversation had been all smooth pleasantries on the surface, but what was remarkable was its total lack of content. Every time one asked the other a question of any substance, the result was a subtle dodge. He doubted that Methos was an agent of the King of All Cosmos, but was certain there was more to him than met the eye.
Alongside a small package, the huge packet of information that served as a list of the alchemists' products sat heavily on an end table nearby him. It contained not only the entire catalog of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, but that of their magical branch, Twilight Alchemy Lab. As he read and mused, he listened for a knock. He would open the door if anyone happened by.
When ordering my Potions supplies, I also requested a full stock list from the alchemists whose work you had appreciated when we met in the library earlier. I had promised to owl you copies, but alas, the list I have just received would give any owl a hernia. I will be in the Ravenclaw common room for most of this evening, and you are most welcome to stop by to peruse it. No need to trouble with the password, for those not Ravenclaws; I can easily let you in. Miss Sto Helit's Embalming Fluid and Lady Door's Bon Vivant have arrived, and there are again some samples of things I know not what. I have no interest in them and you are welcome to try them and/or to abscond with them. There is, happily, no Bezoar scent. - Stephen Maturin
Having written and dispatched the messages, Stephen sank into an overstuffed armchair in the Ravenclaw common room, with some reading on Transfiguration. His mind wandered to some of the conversations he'd had in the past week. The Ravenclaw drinking-party night had proven most interesting, although the drinking games themselves he had no interest in watching or playing. In particular, his mind worried at the problem of the person Methos. Their conversation had been all smooth pleasantries on the surface, but what was remarkable was its total lack of content. Every time one asked the other a question of any substance, the result was a subtle dodge. He doubted that Methos was an agent of the King of All Cosmos, but was certain there was more to him than met the eye.
Alongside a small package, the huge packet of information that served as a list of the alchemists' products sat heavily on an end table nearby him. It contained not only the entire catalog of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, but that of their magical branch, Twilight Alchemy Lab. As he read and mused, he listened for a knock. He would open the door if anyone happened by.