Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on May 31, 2011 16:56:59 GMT
Roux didn't need the list his mother had shoved in his pocket to know what he needed to buy. Sure, it was only his second and final year attending Hogwarts, but he figured he was smart enough to know what would be necessary to get him through the school year. Plus, he had a good memory. Last year, he had made the mistake of saving the Apothecary for last, reasoning that his potions kit would probably contain breakable items and end up bashed to pieces by the time he finished in the other shops.
Well, that had gone very wrong, when all of his books and brand new robes absorbed the foul apothecary smells, which refused to budge for a month. He wouldn't be making the same mistake twice. Bounding into the small shop, he didn't even bother to look around, only, marched straight up to the counter. It appeared there were no shop assistants on the floor, so he tapped the bell on the wooden counter top a few times, and waited until a man popped his head around the corner from the back room.
Roux gave him a polite nod of greeting. "Bonjour," he called softly. "I am in need of a, ahh, seventh year Potions kit?" His french accent lilted every word, though they were clear enough for a person to understand without much difficulty. "Please," he added, offering a smile as an after thought. Manners got you everywhere, he was aware, and watched as the man nodded in return and bustled off across the shop floor to gather ingredients.
Roux tapped his foot lightly as he waited, dark golden eyes scanning the topmost shelves, which held such things as shrunken heads and other blood curdling items that weren't for the faint of heart. It was only upon remembering that it took a while last year, that Roux began to rummage in his jeans pocket for money. Taking his time, he sorted through the Knuts and Sickles, eventually coming to a pile of Galleons deep inside his pocket, and counting four out onto the old counter. He was sure that was the right price, but kept a few spare ones in his other hand, just in case. He wanted to get this out of the way as quickly and painlessly as possible.
Well, that had gone very wrong, when all of his books and brand new robes absorbed the foul apothecary smells, which refused to budge for a month. He wouldn't be making the same mistake twice. Bounding into the small shop, he didn't even bother to look around, only, marched straight up to the counter. It appeared there were no shop assistants on the floor, so he tapped the bell on the wooden counter top a few times, and waited until a man popped his head around the corner from the back room.
Roux gave him a polite nod of greeting. "Bonjour," he called softly. "I am in need of a, ahh, seventh year Potions kit?" His french accent lilted every word, though they were clear enough for a person to understand without much difficulty. "Please," he added, offering a smile as an after thought. Manners got you everywhere, he was aware, and watched as the man nodded in return and bustled off across the shop floor to gather ingredients.
Roux tapped his foot lightly as he waited, dark golden eyes scanning the topmost shelves, which held such things as shrunken heads and other blood curdling items that weren't for the faint of heart. It was only upon remembering that it took a while last year, that Roux began to rummage in his jeans pocket for money. Taking his time, he sorted through the Knuts and Sickles, eventually coming to a pile of Galleons deep inside his pocket, and counting four out onto the old counter. He was sure that was the right price, but kept a few spare ones in his other hand, just in case. He wanted to get this out of the way as quickly and painlessly as possible.
