Who: Igor Karkaroff; Severus Snape Why: Anxiety attacks Where: Severus' apothecary When: Friday, not long after this short exchange Rating: PG-13 Status: Closed/Complete
It wasn't quite eleven in the morning, and there were only a couple of customers - a pair of silver haired witches - who browsed the shelves of the apothecary, when Igor came rushing in. Upon seeing the ladies, Igor stopped short and stood at entrance, anxiety registering upon his face. The sudden appearance of the Russian did not disturb the customers in the least: they went about their shopping, now discussing the differences between using dried ginger root, as opposed to fresh in brewing a potion. Igor waited, nervously twirling his goatee with his finger, trying to stay composed but utterly failing. Moments passed, but for Igor they felt like years. Impatience prevailed, and Igor quickly came forward to physically grab the pair of witches by their arms to forcefully usher them out the door.
"The store is closed," he said, curtly. "Come again." Pushing them outside, he shut the door and locked it tightly with a spell before turning around and stomping to the counter where he'd seen Severus. Pulling a history book from his inner robes, he held it out for Severus to see.