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Tweak says, "ARE THEY EXTENSIVE??"

Genie de la Lune (wolfinboots) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-06-23 02:32:00

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character: genie de la lune, character: gwenog jones

Juggling all the things
Who: Genie and Violet (NPC) and OPEN

What: Shopping

Where: one of the apothecaries (whichever works for you!)

When: June 23, midmorning

Rating: NSFW for language, likely

Genie was, unusually for her, fighting a pounding headache. It wasn’t her day to care for Violet except that Galahad had gotten called in for an extra shift and they needed the money, so it had derailed her plans for the day of shopping for her potions brewing. Since some of it was urgent, well, she’d ended up having to take Violet along.

Except Vi wasn’t feeling well, and she was being fussy and whiny, and Genie hadn’t had proper sleep in days because of her work schedules, so her head was actually starting to pound. She had Vi propped on a hip, jiggling her as she sang softly to her as she went around the apothecary, trying to take in the ingredients and make sure they were fresh and load them in a basket on her free arm, and it really wasn’t working terribly well, but she didn’t have much choice in the matter.

She wanted to growl in frustration. Damnitall to hell and back, but she felt a bit overburdened at the moment.

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haveyoumet_
2015-07-06 07:24 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I don't know, Wingbeat was a good idea and they have queer nights too so I found people I don't have to keep the magic quiet from, but yeah, mostly I see what you mean though," she said. "Never went to Ravenclaw though, well not inside," she said with a smirk. She'd been near enough to the door to hear the riddles a few times after walking dates home.

Gwenog assessed the amount of nettles and tilted her head. "Little more, I think. Like I said, bit much won't hurt. I have enough of the other ingredients to just make extra," she said. When the woman was done she set the jar down and closed it up again. "Thank you," she said. She might not always be the nicest person but she didn't completely lack manners. "For all your help."

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wolfinboots
2015-07-07 12:48 pm UTC (link)

Genie grinned easily at that. "Oh, yeah, that, but Charlie has sense. I work there," she said offhandedly. "Wingbeat's the best place I've ever worked in the wizarding world." Which was true. Her other decent jobs had all been in the muggle world. "My brother was a 'claw. Plus I dated a few of them."

She grabbed another decent-sized handful and dropped it in. "They keep for a while too, so even if you have extra, you'll be good." She idly nibbled at a finger, the sting not bothering her but the action automatic. "You're very welcome. I'm glad I could help somehow."

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haveyoumet_
2015-07-08 11:52 am UTC (link)

"Well at least someone has sense," she said. Now that she thought about it she might have seen the woman behind the bar, but the context and lighting was all wrong, she would never have made the connection on her own. She just smirked and nodded, her body language indicating she knew how dating Ravenclaws went.

Gwenog wrapped up the bag too and nodded. "They won't hang around long, I only tend to brew in the off-season," she said with a slight shrug. She needed the herbicide for the gardener to use for a good while, and it was thankfully a potion that kept well and was innocuous enough to give to the muggle guy who did her garden, well, once it was in a reassuringly plastic spray bottle.

"I'll probably see you at the club some time then," she said, slotting the jars back onto the shelf and walking away, one hand raised as a goodbye, a little grin thrown over her shoulder as she rounded the corner and headed for the counter.

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	wolfinboots 2015-07-11 05:01 am UTC (link)
	Genie smirked back. Ah, yes, Ravenclaws. "Do come by the bar. I'll spot you a drink on the house," she said in a moment of spontaneous generosity. She waved back and then ran her hand over Violet's soft hair, the child quieter now, face resting on her shoulder. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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