Who: Victoire Weasley and Gellert Grindelwald Where: The Apothecary When: Monday, May 2nd What: Client needs potions Status/Rating: In progress / Low?
Poring over her notes, Victoire was oblivious to all that surrounded her. The cauldron next to her was simmering quietly as it would for the next forty-nine minutes, exuding a terribly unpleasant odor of dead plants and burnt hair that she no longer smelled at all. Besides it, the movement of her eyes as they danced across the page, the occasional turning of said page and the small flutter of her hair in her face as it was pushed by her breath, the interior of the apothecary was perfectly still. Rabastan was still in school, which allowed Victoire time to work on one of her own, personal projects between clients, which were frankly few and far between.
After Ben's appearance and his subsequent disappearance, Victoire hadn't gotten to work on anything but the requested potions in weeks. Staying up nights, longing for her little baby boy to run up to her and wrap his arms around her legs screaming Maman! did nothing to bring him back, she had finally decided. Looking up from her work every few seconds, every time she thought she had heard a small boy's voice calling for her, wasn't getting her anywhere and, she was sure, was only playing into Skeeter's hands. It had been surprisingly easy to push Ben from her thoughts - with a little practice. And now, here she was, back to normal, the little blond boy who yearned to change its colour all but forgotten, almost a dream she had had once.
So absorbed was she in her research, in catching herself up on her own theories, that she didn't hear the gentleman enter her shop.