Who: Kherrington and OTA When: Wednesday Morning Where: Outside the Apothecary What: Quick breakfast before shopping
After taking a quick stop at the bakery, Kherrie was standing in front of the Apothecary in Diagon Alley. She was munching on a croissant, hungrily, and sipping from a disposable, portable coffee cup as she looked into the window of her old shop. It was a little strange to come back here, but this was the best place to get last minute potion supplies. Normally she ordered wholesale from the same suppliers that the Apothecary did, but when she ran out of something at the last minute, or when there was something she wanted and didn't want to buy in bulk, this was the best place to pick it up.
Poor Kherrie had a lot on her mind lately. She'd been trying to go through all the hoops to get Ministry approval of her "wolfsbane light" potion, and trying to develop new products for Luxe--as they were really making it now--and all at the same time she was trying not to think about Ritchie. Ever since she found out he was a werewolf, she couldn't help but worry about history repeating itself. And she could understand why he hadn't told her, but why hadn't she figured it all out?
She was staring into the window of the Apothecary, but her eyes weren't focused. Thoughts of potions and experiments were replaced with thoughts of Ritchie. She was thinking about how strange it was that he and Marcus were both werewolves. She was thinking about how much she missed having him around. She was thinking about how handsome he was, even the morning after the full moon. It was a lot to think about, and she got completely lost in thought.