Oh. That was the question Severus defintely didn't want to answer. If only he knew. Apothecary, books, wands... hell, he could end up selling playthings for children for all he knew. The recurring problem was that he didn't. Which was why he didn't... couldn't tell Rosmerta exactly what he'd be selling.
'No, I've had it with potions.' The reply was short and didn't invite further inquiries. 'Being forced to brew for the Dark Lord took away any pleasure I've ever had in my trade,' he added, realising it was true, and a very good reason for him, not to take up that idea. 'But I'll invite you to the opening, love. That way you'll be the first to know.' Severus smiled slightly as to soften his words.
He glanced at Lupin. The nicest werewolf? What was it with the man that made other people go soft? Was it because of the almost velvet eyes that quickly sparkled golden and wild? The long legs? The warm smile? Didn't people understand what a danger the wolf was? All that Gryffindor courage and tail-wagging loyalty? Things that were always directed against Severus, things that never benefited him - only got him almost ridiculed or killed.
Severus stabbed the pie angrily and took a bite that was still too hot, but he didn't care.