Saronyx smiled a little as well, finishing cutting the roots.
"Opinion of luck no change definition of good fortune," he answered, placing them very carefully into the biggest cauldron. He grabbed a quill and some bits of parchment and started making labels, blood replenisher, muscle relaxer, bone repairer and the like. All things he had begun to prepare once he'd learned Hemingway was incarcerated and may be in need.
"God decide good fortune, is out of human hands. I come, I want find Hemingway. Kuan Yin, she give me good fortune, I meet helpful Auror."
He smiled again, starting to put the labels on clean vials.
"Very pretty Auror," he added. "Hair change color, very interesting. Hemingway in jail then he no brew Wolfsbane, he have very hard time on 24th. You afraid of cauldron, you no make own. He brew for you as well?"