A Series of Unfortunate Errands, Round 2
Date: Thursday, 30 March, 2000
Time: Mid-day, after Lunch and 'Round 1'
Location: Diagon Alley, the Apothecary
Characters Involved: Any who want to put up with Snape's foul moods. Just a random for-fun batch of threads. Come one, come all.
Incomplete
Rating: G - PG--how bad can a little shopping get?
After lunch at The Leaky Cauldron, it was necessary to replenish his potions supplies.
He had spent the five days since Ginevra's potions revision session extremely productively, in spite of his sulks. He'd had a wide range of commissions--surprisingly some of them were even orders addressed to his own name, not only the pseudonym--though admittedly the latter received the bulk of the orders. His pride was tweaked to note that the orders addressed to 'Severus Snape' were of the far more challenging - and therefore more lucrative - variety.
This intensive round of days and days of round-the-clock brewing left his stores dangerously low, and so this was his next errand. At present, he was in the largest Apothecary in the Alley, but this would not be his only stop. Knockturn Alley would have to be visited, as well as a number of the smaller suppliers who made up for lack of quantity by a significant increase in quality. Of course, the Herbalist must be visited as well.
This current shop was so odourous it made one's eyes water and nostrils sting, with row upon row of tightly stoppered vials of already-prepared ingredients. Severus never bought these--he preferred to do all his own chopping, grinding, pressing, shredding and the like by hand. There were also shelves and shelves of cages of live animals for those ingredients which had to be obtained very fresh, as well as murky vats of whole, dead animals floating in various sorts of preservative stews.
Severus strode purposefully into the shop, picked up a note-pad left on the counter for customer use, and began making the circuit of the shop, prodding, squeezing, sniffing and examining the various ingredients and writing down his order for those items he deemed to be acceptable quality, ignoring everyone else in the shop. This was, apparently, accepted behaviour, at least coming from Severus. When the shop-keeper heard the jingling of the door-bells, he had started round the counter to come greet his customer. Upon seeing Severus, however, he stopped dead in his tracks and immediately went back behind the counter to continue sorting the shipment of eyes he had just received, without so much as a 'hello'.
Time: Mid-day, after Lunch and 'Round 1'
Location: Diagon Alley, the Apothecary
Characters Involved: Any who want to put up with Snape's foul moods. Just a random for-fun batch of threads. Come one, come all.
Incomplete
Rating: G - PG--how bad can a little shopping get?
After lunch at The Leaky Cauldron, it was necessary to replenish his potions supplies.
He had spent the five days since Ginevra's potions revision session extremely productively, in spite of his sulks. He'd had a wide range of commissions--surprisingly some of them were even orders addressed to his own name, not only the pseudonym--though admittedly the latter received the bulk of the orders. His pride was tweaked to note that the orders addressed to 'Severus Snape' were of the far more challenging - and therefore more lucrative - variety.
This intensive round of days and days of round-the-clock brewing left his stores dangerously low, and so this was his next errand. At present, he was in the largest Apothecary in the Alley, but this would not be his only stop. Knockturn Alley would have to be visited, as well as a number of the smaller suppliers who made up for lack of quantity by a significant increase in quality. Of course, the Herbalist must be visited as well.
This current shop was so odourous it made one's eyes water and nostrils sting, with row upon row of tightly stoppered vials of already-prepared ingredients. Severus never bought these--he preferred to do all his own chopping, grinding, pressing, shredding and the like by hand. There were also shelves and shelves of cages of live animals for those ingredients which had to be obtained very fresh, as well as murky vats of whole, dead animals floating in various sorts of preservative stews.
Severus strode purposefully into the shop, picked up a note-pad left on the counter for customer use, and began making the circuit of the shop, prodding, squeezing, sniffing and examining the various ingredients and writing down his order for those items he deemed to be acceptable quality, ignoring everyone else in the shop. This was, apparently, accepted behaviour, at least coming from Severus. When the shop-keeper heard the jingling of the door-bells, he had started round the counter to come greet his customer. Upon seeing Severus, however, he stopped dead in his tracks and immediately went back behind the counter to continue sorting the shipment of eyes he had just received, without so much as a 'hello'.