Post by BEAU LUCAS RENARD on Jun 4, 2011 22:47:47 GMT
Beau had his four Galleons ready in his hand as he sidled up the narrow aisle of the Apothecary toward the counter. Potions was a lesson he put effort into, but wouldn't mind dropping if he had the choice, so he tried to put on a mask of serenity as the foul odours burned his nostrils like acidic fire. He had a list in his other hand, of ingredients that he would need for his sixth year at Hogwarts, but he knew there was a much easier way than trawling through the bins of herbs, trying to find the right ones and measure the correct amounts into paper bags.
Stepping up to the counter, he tried to get the attention of the man behind it, but he didn't seem to notice that he had any company, so Beau tried again, clearing his throat loudly. Nothing. He hated disturbing people when they were so obviously lost in their own little bubble. Beau, himself, wasn't very fond of people dragging him out of his more pleasant reveries. Pursing his lips, uncertainty colouring his pale cheeks, he decided he had no choice.
"Umm... Excuse me?" he called quietly. The man didn't even stir. Beau tried again. "Excuse me, sir? Could you help me, please?" Waving one hand in the air, he waited for a response. It took a few seconds for the man to snap out of it, finally realizing someone was addressing him.
"Oh. Sorry. Yes. What do you need?" he demanded, gruffly, hands brushing over his jumper in a vain attempt to smooth it. Beau thought he needn't have bothered. It was crumpled to bits, anyway, brushing it a few times wasn't going to make it look any less scruffy. No mind, at least he had the shop assistant's attention now. That was the important thing.
"I need a potions kit for my sixth year at Hogwarts, please?" he requested, ruffling a hand through his messy blonde locks and offering the man a lop-sided smile. "I would gather the ingredients myself, but I'm not really sure what I'm doing," he admitted, wondering if the man would think him lazy. Well, as an assistant there, it was the man's job to do such things, wasn't it? Beau was just being silly. With a nod, the man looked Beau over and proceeded to round the counter, coming out the other side and heading over to the bins of herbs.
Stepping up to the counter, he tried to get the attention of the man behind it, but he didn't seem to notice that he had any company, so Beau tried again, clearing his throat loudly. Nothing. He hated disturbing people when they were so obviously lost in their own little bubble. Beau, himself, wasn't very fond of people dragging him out of his more pleasant reveries. Pursing his lips, uncertainty colouring his pale cheeks, he decided he had no choice.
"Umm... Excuse me?" he called quietly. The man didn't even stir. Beau tried again. "Excuse me, sir? Could you help me, please?" Waving one hand in the air, he waited for a response. It took a few seconds for the man to snap out of it, finally realizing someone was addressing him.
"Oh. Sorry. Yes. What do you need?" he demanded, gruffly, hands brushing over his jumper in a vain attempt to smooth it. Beau thought he needn't have bothered. It was crumpled to bits, anyway, brushing it a few times wasn't going to make it look any less scruffy. No mind, at least he had the shop assistant's attention now. That was the important thing.
"I need a potions kit for my sixth year at Hogwarts, please?" he requested, ruffling a hand through his messy blonde locks and offering the man a lop-sided smile. "I would gather the ingredients myself, but I'm not really sure what I'm doing," he admitted, wondering if the man would think him lazy. Well, as an assistant there, it was the man's job to do such things, wasn't it? Beau was just being silly. With a nod, the man looked Beau over and proceeded to round the counter, coming out the other side and heading over to the bins of herbs.
