Needing some potions, thanks.

[cannon_fanatic]

He wanders in with a red nose and sniffles loudly. His voice is hoarse, and it's obvious he has a cold.

'Can anybody tell me where to get some Pepperup Potion around here? I have no idea where Hermione is or how to even make the stuff.'

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[dearcousin]

"I-- I am afraid I do not know what that is." Ada does tentatively offer a handkerchief, though.

[cannon_fanatic]

He pulls a raggy handkerchief from his pocket. 'Thanks anyway, I've got my own.'

[dearcousin]

"Oh, yes, of course, if you are certain," she says, giving the handkerchief an uncertain look. Of course, one cannot comment on such things-- it would be impolite.

[cannon_fanatic]

He hastily shoves it back in his pocket. It's clean, just raggy, but it doesn't quite look it.

'Pepper-Up. It's the awful stuff that takes care of colds. I'll only take it if I need it, and I reckon I do now.'

[it_took_five]

"Well, potions never were my strong point, but I remember that one. You look pretty miserable."

[cannon_fanatic]

'I feel pretty miserable. Any chance you could hook me up?'

[it_took_five]

"I could try. I think brewing fresh would take too long, but I'll start some and look around for someone who has a supply."