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Post by emmeline on May 9, 2011 21:34:11 GMT 1
She found it difficult sometimes, to keep up with the amount of brewing she was having to put in to get certain orders completed when she said they would be. It wouldn't be half as difficult she knew if the clientele that made up the Knockturn alley part of her trade didn't ask for obscure dark potions. Most of those potions needed to be brewed at night, not only that but every third step could only be completed on a full moon or the potion blew up. Ok so it wasn't all the potions but the ones without the difficult timings had difficult methods that needed her undivided attention which she couldn't give often since she had potions bubbling away in her other shops. It has gotten to the point where she has had to scrap a few of the darker potions in Knockturn and start them fresh again today. It was costing her more than a nights sleep was worth to do that since she had to contact her customers and tell them of the delay for pick up. It was worth it though, or so she hoped. She had moved herself to her shop in Hogsmeade for the brewing for one particular reason. A person to be exact, she had received confirmation from the school and Severus Snape was on the way. He was hers until 5pm when he would be picked up by the Potions master of Hogwarts himself. _ Stepping out of the floo network Emmeline made a quick jump to her left as her potions trunks fell out of the fireplace. With a flick of her wrist the two trunks of ingredients floated into the back room of her store? She had plenty of time to prep the ingredients for the potions she had to make tonight. For now she wanted to open the store and do a quick stock check. She hadn't done one here since she had opened and that was a week ago. A week! And already she had more orders for potions than she knew what to do with. A whole wall at her store in Diagon Alley was full of potions orders and ingredients requests. Not to mention the shop orders for knockturn alley! Grinning to herself at the thought of the challenges awaiting her Emmeline set to charming her windows to shine, the door to unlock and the closed sign to flip to open. She had an hour until Severus was expected and if he was anything like Professor Slughorn had suggested, he would be 5 minutes early. COMMENT: HER OUTFITTHE BREWING ROOM AT THE BACKTHE STORE FRONTAttachments:
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Post by severus snape on May 14, 2011 7:02:31 GMT 1
Severus had been only too happy to agree to Professor Spughorn's terms. Essentially he was getting a preview opening of the shop. Yay potions and dried plants and dead animal parts. No really, yay. Severus had been itching to go ever since he'd heard about the place. Today, even the comments about his underwear or arse from last year didn't ruin his mood.
This morning he had got up early, showered, spent a long time shaving the sparse hairs on his chin and upper lip and then had dressed in his best off set of uniform, slipping the grey tie into his pocket for when he went to meet Potions Master Morgan. Or should he call her Emmeline? Why were names so stressful?
Yesterday he'd used all his free periods on researching the latest advances in potions and ingredients and collecting together his notes on the modifications he'd made. He wouldn't show her it all. However star struck and in awe he was, he was still a slytherin and still eager to make his own name with these adaptations.
He'd carefully selected three modifications of his own devising: one was a simple stirring shift to improve polyjuice brewing time by two hours, not his best change but it showed his capacity for grasping all that made up a brewing process, he'd included his wiggenweld base potion substitution, simply because it was basic but showed his knowledge of ingredient adaptations, somethig she was a master of. He liked to think he'd be that good one day, but he doubted it. He'd also included a recipe of his own that was based off a painkiller. It was more recreational than functional, truth be told, but that didn't make it any less valid.
He'd rewritten all the notes pertaining to these three excluding anything that could lead to one of his other modifications, and though it wasn't neat. It was at least mostly legible now.
At one o'clock in the afternoon slughorn told him he could now make his way to Hogsmeade village. He did so, showing Mr. Filch the note signed by his Head of house, and strode very quickly to hogsmeade, not wanting to be late.
He made it to the apothecary with twenty minutes to spare. He didn't want to go in too early, so he waited outside and looked in the windows, unable to stop the childlike joy as his eyes roved after shelf after shelf of ingredients. Dormant little seeds that if used correctly and combined with this blood and that insect's wings could make a salve to treat bruises.
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Post by emmeline on May 14, 2011 21:33:06 GMT 1
It didn't really take her as long as she thought it would to get the front of the shop to a reasonable level of cleanliness which Emmeline considered a good thing since it meant that she could get on with what she had to do before Severus arrived. She didn't want to have him only taking inventory on his first shift. She hoped he considered it a shift anyway; she hadn't actually offered the boy a job but after a 12 inch letter about Severus Snape's skills in potions she knew she would be crazy not to at least offer him a job, even if he didn't accept when she was his name in the potions journal in a few years (and she had no doubt that she wouldn't) time she could rest knowing she had tried to help.
Of course she knew from reputation that Professor Slughorn tended to exaggerate over his best students (she was in her last year when he started teaching there so she didn't really remember him) but in this case she knew what he wrote had a basis in fact, she had spoken to the kid herself after all.
With the shop floor suitable for customers Emmeline returned to the front desk to sort out the cash machine, it was one she had convinced the owners of florish and blotts in Diagon to sell to her, for if she was honest more than it was worth but she liked to worn unit, even if she struggled to fit the ribbon of ink. It reminded her of the muggle type writers she had seen on her travels though London recently. Only this one had a link to Gringotts bank accounts, could give change without her having to hand it to the customer and it made a nice pinging noise whenever she pressed the 'SALE' button.
Well it would do all those things once she managed to get it set up correctly. The manager of the book shop had made it look so easy when he had shown her how to use the thing but she couldn't for the life of her remember how he got the ink ribbon in the first try. She would. Eventually but by that point her fingers would be covered in black and red ink and she would be in desperate need of a strong cup of coffee.
The ink ribbon itself was easy enough to find, it was in the only draw her serving desk had and just where she had left it the last time she had come here. Holding the ribbon out before her she turned to regard the cash register only for her attention to be caught by the pair of dark eyes looking in at her. Fighting to keep her shock of her face she gestured for the person to come in. She couldn't tell who it was seeing as their breath had gone a good job of fogging up her windows.
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Post by severus snape on Jun 25, 2011 16:32:37 GMT 1
Severus leaned in closer, trying to get a look at the pricings list. It was very competitive, and everything looked completely legitimate as well as good quality. THis was like christmas come early! Oh..damn it.. He couldn't see much anymore, his breath having fogged up the glass quite spectacularly. HE lifted a sleeve to wipe away the condensation when he noticed th eshop owner, and that she was beckoning him in!
The slytherin checked his tie his belt and his flies. All were secure, so he moved to the door and stepped in, immediately smelling that particular melange of aromas and stenches that could only b found in an apothecary, or a storecupboard for potions ingredients.
"Hello. I'm sorry if I'm a little early. I didn't want to be late." This was after all, essentially an interview, and who wanted an employee who was late? No-one. He wanted to give her every reason to hire him on the spot, not to treat him like a shild who didn't understand the working world.
Dear lord...Keep looking at her, don't look at the ingredients. don't. Stop it, Severus. You're not here to shop, you're here to learn.
"Your shop is just what Hogsmeade needs, Misstress Morgan." Best to use her title, she'd earned it academically, and erring on the side of formal was better than erring on too casual.
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