Challenge: 19 years later
Word Count: 100
The compounding pharmacy was an ordinary little storefront in an ordinary little American strip mall. Hermione had managed to talk Ron into taking the children to the local quodpot match on the sensible grounds that his ginger hair would be instantly recognizable if the apothecary was indeed Professor Snape, and now it was time to learn if she was right.
The man at the counter was middle aged, somewhat stooped, and white haired. He scarcely looked up at her approach. "May I help - "
The voice was raspy and the nose straight, but the hands were unmistakable. Hermione smiled.