Characters: Maeve Sheridan and Shannon MacFusty Setting: Wednesday late afternoon, Slugs and Jiggers in Diagon Alley. Summary: Scene Lottery: What to do with incompetent customers? Rating: G, apart from maybe some customer bashing nothing big
“Mm hmm,” Maeve, leaning against the front counter shifted, moving her head from being propped by the right arm to her left and wondered if the foolish woman in front of her would ever shut up. She’d been lured in by the promise of an actual potions related question and was now trapped suffering mind numbing tedious, wondering if she concentrated hard enough if she’d be able to actually feel the brain cells as they died.
The sudden realisation that silence had fallen caused Maeve to stand up straight and blink, her mind scrambling to remember the last few statements and figure out what sort of response was expected. “No, mam,” she said, barely trying to hide her disdain, “Because it’s an antidote. Even if it’s not the cough potion you thought it was it’s an antidote. It...” the woman opened her mouth again, speaking over Maeve before she could finish her explanation, earning a glare until she fell quiet again. “Well, it would rather go against it’s classification as an antidote if it poisoned you, wouldn’t it?” She watched the woman storm off in a huff and felt that, for once, she hadn’t done anything to warrant such a reaction. She hadn’t even had the chance to smart off yet! It was the least the woman could have done.