"Did you change the bandages like I said?" Still a healer at heart, Orla reached out and took Millicent's hand quickly. She didn't bother unwrapping, just looked to see that the bandage was clean. It all looked fine and Orla nodded. "You really must be more careful in the future. But here, follow me..."
Standing in the foyer wouldn't do either of them any good. Orla turned towards her study. It was a spacious room just off the foyer where she kept all of her paperwork and logs of her business transactions. There were a few plush chairs and a leather couch shoved inside. They sat against the wood paneled walls. Because she would bring no one into her basement (not even the Lestranges would receive that privilege) she'd carted Milicient's potions upstairs. There were only a crate's worth, but given the strength she'd brewed them, they would last at least two weeks.
"There're about a half cauldron's worth," Orla explained, getting down to business. "Very strong. Only the best for my customers, you know. You'd not get this quality at the Shack. They'll last you two weeks if you know what's good for you." Though, it was likely obvious that Millicent didn't know what was good for her. She was here, after all.