Granny was brewing another potion on the main desk. It smelled of wood smoke and burned the desk where it splashed out of the pot.

Granny was working over her cauldron at the front desk, brewing something that smelled strongly of mint which she often sold as the Greatest Hangover Cure Ever.

She also sold it as a cure for impotence, a love potion, a sleeping potion and an elixir for stronger teeth and hooves.

The last was usually for horses.

After checking on the patients-in-residence, Granny settled at the front desk and worked on knitting something black and shapeless.

Granny was sitting at the front desk, darning a pair of worn black stockings.

Granny was sitting at the front desk, reading a handwritten manuscript and occasionally scowling.

Granny arrived at the clinic and found that a new scrying device had been installed. A very large one ( Read more... )

The goats had arrived that morning and were rather displeased after the interdimensional travel, so Granny had to spend some time soothing them. When they were finally convinced that no, the ground wasn't going to get all stretchy and snap them somewhere new, she felt comfortable leaving them alone and headed over to the clinic ( Read more... )

Granny was surprised to find the one of the clinic's patients was already dead, but vampires had the same right to medical treatment as anyone. Long as he didn't go 'round biting other patients she wasn't going to complain ( Read more... )

Paying no heed to the newly posted rules, Granny set up her cauldron again. This time she was brewing something in particular - a little potion that helped gentlemen when they had trouble rising to the occasion. Perhaps Mr. Gavin was in need of a little personal assistance.

[ooc: work, slowplay, etc]

Granny opened the clinic promptly first thing in the morning. She scowled at the room. Entirely too white and shiny, it was. She hung a few bundles of herbs around the room and set a small cauldron on the main desk ( Read more... )