Of course, he saw that – the eye roll. How could anybody miss that facial cue when they were looking at the other person? The gesture of annoyance across her features? That was enough for him to have an initial impression of her go in a particular direction. If anything however, this type of reaction wasn’t foreign towards the man. For a man who was as rough as the sharp thorns to red roses, it was only negative behavior most of the time that he receives. That doesn’t necessarily go well since nothing good draws out from such actions. So hopefully, this conversation doesn’t go too awful as the tone to his voice does not falter in response once more.

Seriously? Why the hell did this guy have such a freaking attitude? Resisting the urge to once more roll her eyes, Anna attempted to be civil. Not only was she stressing over her notes, she was now on the receiving end of a guy who took everything way to seriously and personally. She hadn’t done anything wrong, had she? He’d walked in and automatically reacted with such a tone - “You don’t own the bloody cafe,” she muttered to herself, picking up the semi cold cuppa she’d been working on since entering the cafe, “but fine.” Going back to her notes - this time silently - it only took a moment for Anna to speak again. This time, of course, because she just couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself, “Seriously, though - what bit you in the arse? Or do you just generally walk around with the most impossible sour mood known to man?”

                                                               Coffee does wonders for those who need it the most especially the tired ones. That was something that everybody knew – caffeine and whatnot. So that was why Adam decided to get something in this cafe as he entered through the door. With a quaint little storefront that greeted all who went into the establishment, it was empty with the exception of the employees and another person. That was obvious due to the given time. It looked like the other, a brunette girl who was  going over papers or notes, didn’t realize his presence until she had looked up. Naturally, a response that didn’t sound friendly and welcoming was spoken back to her.

Anna rolled her eyes, automatically annoyed by the man. “Obviously,” she noted, “I’m just saying that it had been quiet in here is all.” She attempted to keep any other thoughts to herself. She was a teacher now, after all, and students with loud and unabashed mouths would soon become a regular. 

Al kept grabbing the ingredients that she quickly handed off to him, careful not to drop anything (for that would be too many galleons out of his already empty wallet). “… thanks, professor,” he joked, trying to keep everything balanced against his chest. These bottles were flimsy, little things that – when broken – could seriously impair him. 

“You’re welcome,” she smiled, mimicking the his teasing tone. Glancing at the rather large amount of vials gripped against his chest, Anna nibbled on her bottom lip. “You didn’t bring a bag, did you? Boris never has any back there, and you really shouldn’t go too far with all those...” Trailing off, she quickly began a search through her own purse, as the professor always had a weirdly large amount of bags inside her own. What could she even say? She was always prepared. “I probably have an extra, if you’d like.”

Al immediately put the bottle back on the shelf, not wanting to blast his nose off. He hated these damn things – and he never got far into school to actually learn the differences between the wicked potions that lay hidden inside these tiny bottles. He sighed, “… my friend, he’s got a list of things he wants. I just have no idea what half of the items are.” Al showed her the list, hoping she might help. 

“Luckily for you I teach potions,” Anna noted offhandedly as she took the sheet of parchment, eyes scanning the list of ingredients. “These are a weird batch,” she shrugged, already moving closer to the vials, “but I suppose each has its own use. Aconite, eye of newt, flabbergasted leech...” she handed the man the ingredients as she located them, “gnat heads, billywig sting slime, croakoa, salpeter, runespore eggs, and last but not least,” Anna picked up the final vial, “rose oil.”

Jasmine blinked as she turned her head to look at the woman who had spoken to her again. “Actually.. I am a little lost. Normally, I would know what to look for but at the moment my sinuses are rather horrid and has me a bit frazzled…” The brunette rubbed her temples momentarily to try and bring some comfort to the pounding headache that was drumming in her head.  “Do you know of any remedies off hand that could easily get rid of a pounding headache? I would be more then eternally grateful for some relief.” 

“Mmm, well,” the brunette gestured to one of the numerous vials surrounding them, “Pepper up potion always seems to do the trick for me, but if you’re looking for something more localized, I’d use the chelidonium miniscula potion,” once more the girl pointed out the vial, “Both would probably help, although the latter always makes me a bit more tired.”

“I said is that the last one-,” Jim started to speak, until he realized who it was he was speaking to. “Anna! Didn’t realize it was you!”

Lion Fish Spine…Newt’s Eye… Wormwood… Her search through the shelves of the apothecary was proving to be more difficult than she had imagined. It had been a long time since Wendy had had the need to brew a potion, but with the number of sickly students frequenting Hogwarts library increasing, she felt the need to take preventative measures, lest she come down sick. Wendy looked up from her browsing in the apothecary as the bell on the door rung to alert the shopkeepers of a new guest. Noticing a familiar face, she smiled, putting down a vial and walking up beside her fellow Hogwarts faculty. “I’m sure you know your way around her much better than I.” Hearing Anna’s distracted response, Wendy laughed. “It’s quite alright, Anna. We’ve had a bit of a busy day at the school!”

Smiling once she matched the familiar voice to the even more familiar face, Anna offered her colleague a quick apology, “Sorry, I’m just so scatterbrained right now. One of my students was helping clean out my cabinet and broke about two dozen bottles,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m forced to restock before tomorrow.” The potions professor was a familiar face at the shop, deeming it her favorite in all of London after trying out half a dozen other places. And although she was used to seeing the odd familiar face, she had hardly expected to find Wendy there. “What’re you looking for, anyway?” Narrowing her eyes, a grin flitted to her lips as she spoke with sincerity, “You know you’re more than welcome to my store at the school, normally I have more than enough ingredients and potions to spare.”

Jasmine entered the small apothecary. Her sinuses has been attacking her as of late and not to mention some gruesome headaches as well, so needless to say, the brunette had to nip it all sooner rather then later. She had been aimlessly walking around, speaking to herself as she read labels when she turned around hearing someone speak. 

“You’re fine,” Anna waved the girl’s apology away, only to apologize herself, “sorry. I totally wasn’t paying attention - thought you were talking to me.” Smiling, she returned to her list, deciding to add an extra bottle of flobberworm mucus to her growing basket. Her fifth years would be making Wiggenweld Potions in the following weeks, and she recalled with a suppressed eye roll how fast the mucus had gone. Glancing back at the girl when she heard her voice one more, Anna decided to intervene. Clearly if this girl mumbled to herself as she searched the shop, she needed a bit of help. “Sorry,” she interrupted the brunette’s train of thought, “you just look a bit lost. Need any help?”

This was the last time he was doing any favors for Gamal; Al didn’t know a single thing about medicine. Especially when his philosophy had been: just swallow any pill you can find, and hope for the better. Cause poor kids in Agrabah didn’t have the luxury of pharmaceuticals. 

Taking in the man in front of her, Anna noted that she’d seen him a handful of times around Diagon Alley, though the two had never spoken. Glancing over at the particular bottle he was peering over, Anna narrowed her eyes as she read, “Clabbert pustules. Nasty things, best keep your nose covered if you open that bottle up.” Taking pity on the man who...clearly had no experience in an apothecary shop, Anna momentarily set aside her own list of ingredients, “What’re you looking for? Maybe I can help.”