Who: Caz Rosier and Sophie Roper. When: July 24th, 1998. Early evening. Where: Caz's Potion Shop that I still need to name. Knockturn Alley. What: Sophie comes in seeking a potion. Rating: Low.
Caz finished tallying up an order for the man standing across the counter - a man of ill repute, but Caz got an awful lot of those in his shop. He was located in Knockturn Alley after all, and although if anyone asked, he said it was due to the lower rent costs (which was the case) in truth it was because the darker elements were more useful to him. Both for sales in his shop and for all the sales that came outside the shop, through middlemen or under the cover of Polyjuice Potion.
The transaction was complete, and Caz passed the unmarked bag across the counter. Inside were carefully wrapped vials of a deep sleep potion. A potion that had perfectly begnin uses, naturally. And if someone happened to use them for less than savory reasons, well, that was hardly his fault, was it?
Making sure the antiqued and warded cash register was closed, Caz moved down the counter and opened a heavy leatherbound notebook in which he recorded various things. Sales, but also information about the people who came into the shop, what they were seeking. He used it to note patterns, to discern things about clients. To figure out who might be useful to him in various ways.
He was scratching out notes with a quill, words forming in his measured, precise script, when the door opened. Caz's dark eyes lifted behind dark lashes, taking in the person entering. A young woman - late teens, he would guess by the look of her, and someone who carried herself well, given her movements.
"Can I help you?" he asked in a voice that was very calm and even.