Hestia Carrow (sweetestcarrow) wrote in fromashesrpg, @ 2012-07-19 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | caz rosier, flora carrow |
Who: Caz Rosier and Flora Carrow
When: July 19th, 1998. Afternoon
Where: His Shop
What: Curiosity and Madness?
Rating: Who knows with these two. They are mad as hatters!
And this was one of those days. She had finally broken down at midnight the night before and took a small potion to sleep, but it hadn't lasted long. When she said that Draught of the Living Dead was her favorite potion to brew, there was a reason. Only the extreme amount of ingredients in the potion put her into a true sleep. At six, when she woke, she walked around her gardens for hours, making sure everything was in order and that the Elves had properly harvested the mandrakes. Luckily for them, they had. Unfortunately for her, they had done a good job and wouldn't be punished.
After hours in the garden, then some time getting ready, Flora decided to finally allow her curiosity to get the best of her. Rosier. The name rang in her ear over and over again. She had been told of how excellent Evan Rosier was by her Uncle more times than she could count. A part of her hoped the legacy continued with his son. Since he was a Potion maker, Flora was even more captivated by the name. At the moment, Flora didn't trust herself at apparation, so instead she flooed to the Leaky Cauldron and kept the hood of her robes up. It was easier being unnoticed by the crowds of people if she didn't draw attention to herself.
Quickly she walked to the Potions shop and took a deep breath. It had taken her weeks to get here, just because she didn't want the image shattered. She slipped into the shop, still unnoticed by the small crowd across the street looking at the items some Hag had to show. Flora looked around and breathed in the smells of the shop. Her heart beat faster, the smell of Potions and other ingredients always made everything seem real in her mind. Glancing around for a second she called out.
"Hello?" Her voice was calm and collected, unlike how she felt at that moment.