#mm.open

location: m.o.m. front steps 

kingsley whom had just finished a meeting finally got out of the ministry of magic. his eyes felt like they were bleeding as he stuffed papers into his briefcase, though a few escaping he tries to grab them before the wind takes them. “dammit--” he mutters as he turns around and reaches into his pocket to pull out his wand and found himself pointing it directly at someone, loosing sight of the papers that he was trying to track down. bliinking slightly he buckles his briefcase together and pulls his wand away from the others chest. “um--” kingsley says clearing his throat. “you were not the reason why i pulled out my wand. you just happened to be there right when i turned around. sorry.” he says furrowing his brows in confusion as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck though his eyes still scanned the air to locate his missing documents. 

shopping was already that last thing that remus wanted to do, but now that there was a curfew he was just about five seconds away from starting a garden on his flat balcony. at least then he could avoid the gaze of strange wizards who seemed to admire his facial scars with terror. for once, remus didn’t really care much. they were only afraid, because of the circumstances that fell to the wizarding world as a whole. there were some people who played ignorant, pretending that everything was fine. 

with his big trench coat on, remus lupin shielded himself from the cool air and cold stares. walking into the apothecary, he wasted no time in darting towards the healing potions. he stood there for a moment, looking at the shelves in confusion as he searched for a small vial of dittany essence. a sort of panic started to brew as the werewolf struggled to find such a vital ingredient to relieve his transformation pains. 

finally he saw it, but perhaps he was a bit too excited-- because whenever he reached to grab it, the bottle decided to fall and shatter onto the wooden flooring.