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i got a lot that's on my mind
Jan. 4th, 2014 10:09 pmIt's bitterly cold out lately -- enough that Remus is happy to have a good, thick scarf and coat, and a warming charm up his sleeve. Though the weather isn't very hospitable, it hasn't sent Darrow creaking to a halt. The city still runs almost as usual, though it does mean taking some risks that Remus would rather not.
Hermione does most of her potion-making in the Lamplight, because the majority of the supplies needed for doing so are kept locked up there, rather than in their home. They aren't always easy to come by. Remus has a heavy canvas bag full of some that he'd scrounged up and found elsewhere to drop off before going home at last and out of the weather. Normally, he'd make a delivery like this at night to avoid suspicion, but it's nothing doing with the cold getting even worse after the sun sinks.
As he slips past the spells that keep the Lamplight hidden from Muggle eyes, he sets the bag down as he moves to unlock the door with his wand. It overbalances, sending itself toppling down the short set of stairs at the door, to dump the contents down them. A minor setback, except Remus realizes that some of the ingredients have fallen outside the protective spells, in plain sight on the street.
Scrambling after them, he moves as fast as stiff, cold fingers will let him to gather them all up Wolfsbane, and deer antlers, and all manner of little toadstools.
Hermione does most of her potion-making in the Lamplight, because the majority of the supplies needed for doing so are kept locked up there, rather than in their home. They aren't always easy to come by. Remus has a heavy canvas bag full of some that he'd scrounged up and found elsewhere to drop off before going home at last and out of the weather. Normally, he'd make a delivery like this at night to avoid suspicion, but it's nothing doing with the cold getting even worse after the sun sinks.
As he slips past the spells that keep the Lamplight hidden from Muggle eyes, he sets the bag down as he moves to unlock the door with his wand. It overbalances, sending itself toppling down the short set of stairs at the door, to dump the contents down them. A minor setback, except Remus realizes that some of the ingredients have fallen outside the protective spells, in plain sight on the street.
Scrambling after them, he moves as fast as stiff, cold fingers will let him to gather them all up Wolfsbane, and deer antlers, and all manner of little toadstools.
