Tilden Toots

Tilden had been following behind Q for awhile now, wondering how long it would take him to notice his presence. He was keeping a reasonable distance, but anybody with an attention span longer than a baby duck's would have noticed they were being followed. Tilden heard the noise before he recognized what happened, and groaned along with Q as he looked down. "Alright. Those weren't your glasses." He said, a guilty look overtaking his features. "I'm sorry, mate. But why weren't they on your face?"

Char was right, nothing was too personal between the two of them. They had a very stable friendship, the two of them had been through so much together and they'd helped each other become who they are. Nothing could ruin their friendship, nothing was uncomfortable between them, nothing was offensive.

He thought he was being inconspicuous, but any sort of guise he'd tried to uphold completely melted as he flinched when he heard Fenrir place down his items. Tilden looked up to him and a bout of nervous laughter escaped him. "Nah, wasn't worried about you stealing," he admitted, ringing his items through the cash register, "most people wait for the sun to go down before attempting theft. Just you're a bit....." Tilden paused for a moment before continuing, "intimidating, that's all, especially for a short king like myself. That'll be five sickles, please."

"And you should believe me. I'd never lie to you. Never have, never will." Daisy smiled softly and easily. She wasn't the type to lie to anyone but with Tilden? There would never be a chance. He was her favorite person and that person isn't someone to lie to. He deserved all good things and Daisy wanted to give those things as much as she could and being a true best friend was worth more than anything she could ever do.

"I've actually never seen Casablanca..." Tilden admitted, bracing himself for her to come back and say something along the lines of: oh my goodness it's a classic how have you never seen it before?! It was a reaction most people gave him when they realize he hasn't seen a lot of the classics. "Perhaps we should rent it to watch together. Invite the rest of the hufflegang and make a night of it." He suggested, giving her a bit of a pleading look. In all honesty, he would rather it be just the two of them, but he didn't want Daisy to mistake it as him asking her on a date. Which...... He wished he was brave enough to do such a thing.

"Closed, is it?" He didn't make any immediate movements toward the door. What did it matter? He would take what he needed right from the shelves if he had to. More than likely, the wizard at the counter would resent. With the right push, they always would. "My mistake. I'll only be a moment." He paused, turning a critical eye on Tilden."You're not the type to turn away someone in need, are you?"

Tilden felt his eyes grow slightly wide as he looked up to see such a tall and masculine figure standing in the doorway. He wasn't planning on turning away a customer that entered after close since he was the one who forgot to lock the door, but now he felt as though he had no choice. "Yeah, no, of course not." Tilden said nervously with a nod, "take your time, I'll still be awhile anyway." He reached for his wand, quickly flicking it at the door to ensure no one else entered. He wanted to get back to his work but the man in the shop made him feel nervous, like he needed to keep an eye on him. Tilden's eyes moved back down to his paper, but he continued to grip his wand tightly.

Dahlia saw the relief cross Tilden's face as she walked through the door. She was very aware of her status on the store. She was no fool. He would be lost without her. Their strengths were in different places and if he didn't have her for business purposes he would be in trouble. Luckily he had her. And, luckily, he had her. Being around the potions and having the opportunity to play with said potions was all she could ask for. Tilden gave her that opportunity. It was a win-win, but she wouldn't tell him that.

"Well they tried to teach me counting at my muggle primary school, but..." Tilden laughed softly, "Numbers haven't ever really been my thing. Which is so odd, if you think about it considering how precise potion making is." Despite the precision needed to brew potions, Tilden had always been good at eyeballing things. He was an exceptionally good baker, as well, and often eyeballed ingredients for that, too.