#artemis001

So far, the biggest disappointment of the day for Damocles was the food. Nothing was worth the price that their stalls demanded. And it wasn’t like Damocles could blame them. Just the price of rent alone, even for just a few hours in a day, surely shot up their overhead costs. The potioneer was walking around, wondering which stall he should finally just settle with when he saw a familiar face. Damocles approached them while they were waiting for a queue. “Artemis, that’s your name, isn’t it?” The man always tried to remember the names of the workers in shops that he normally visits. That includes Lucky Mandrake, a spa he occasionally visits. Artemis was one of the masseuses. “I didn’t know you were a Quidditch fan.”