Who: Sheldon Mulciber and Mary MacDonald Where: Diagon Alley When: July 23rd / 1978 Morning Status: In Progress | TBD
Sheldon needed to pick up things for his mother. He never was one to be bossed around and to run errands that a house elf should be doing, but when it came to this specific day and this specific task, he'd agreed upon it. He didn't do errands for anybody. Not even for his own mother. In actuality in Sheldon's world there were absolutely no people, that he wouldn't toss to a dragon to save his own skin, but this morning, when Abigail had asked him to pick up a few things from the apothecary, he'd agreed. Something was drawing him out of the house that day, and he wasn't sure what it was.
He gathered the list from his mother and set out early. He figured he might as well get this over with sooner, rather than later. The apothecary was always jammed, no matter what time of the day it was, and getting out of there before the afternoon sun hit the alley and caused everybody to be a little less 'fresh' than they were that morning was important. Smelly people were not Sheldon's most favorite thing, and the apothecary was bad enough for how bad it smelt. Potions ingredients weren't particularly roses and cookies when it came to their scents.
He arrived to find that the store was already packed with people who were waiting to purchase things. They weighed them out for you, certain things, and that meant you had to wait in line. If Sheldon had any idea what a deli counter was, he'd consider comparing the two, but because he'd never know such a strange and muggle thing, he couldn't make out the similarity. Pushing his way inside, he realized just how busy it was. More busy than normal. He glanced up and noted a sign that was flashing above everybody's heads that announced that there was currently a sale going on.
No wonder his mother had wanted him to go...
He sighed, and pushed passed an old witch with a giant wart on her nose. So very typical. Sheldon pressed up against the girl in front of him as a wizard pressed passed him, jostling the young man in the process of doing so. He bumped closer to the girl still and he looked down at her, taking a moment to recognize who she was, before a lecherous smile crossed his lips. "Hello, Mary." He said, leaning in to speak in to her ear.