[Holmwood and Co. Apothecary] Potion Surpise [Open]

Oighrig found herself in a pickle. She was suddenly out of supplies and a good amount of her stuff stay laying back in her dorm at Hogwarts. They had been woken up so suddenly and sent away from the school so fast the whole event was a blur now. She was back home with her family which was nice and all, but now she had to live without much of the wizarding world. Because both her and her caretaker were both muggle-born they found it easier living with muggles then in the wizarding world. In fact in the wizarding world they were quite poor. They couldn’t afford much so adventures to Diagon Alley like today was a rare visit unless they came via muggle needs. This was one of these days though.

They were here to get some supplies to keep Oighrig happy. She always found herself found of potion making. The smell of the fumes and the precision of the craft was something she enjoyed so much. So they went into Holmwood and Co. Apothecary where they could find some more of the interesting ingredients for some potions. What she came for she didn’t know she was going to improvise for the most part. Not to the point of creating a new potion no she didn’t think she was good enough for that. On the other hand she just wanted to see what potions she could make with what she buys. Sort of surprise potion making experiment, this would be a fun little activity to keep her mind off the time she would need to waste till school started. She did miss another thing about being in the school though was the contact of her friends and she hoped that maybe by visiting  Diagon Alley maybe just maybe she would at least run into a familiar face.

Trent was absolutely dismal at potions. How he managed to scrape an A on his OWL and continue with potions classes in his sixth year was staggering. He didn't mind the class itself, he just found it hard to follow directions in their correct order. The fact that there were always pretty girls sitting around him didn't help him in that class. Homework assignments were one thing- he could usually convince one of his friends to let him copy or at least read over his essay. It was the in-class potion making itself that was always a struggle for the badger.

Being rushed away from Hogwarts and back home on the Hogwarts Express was a blessing with all of the craziness going on at the school. Trent needed a month off to relax and regroup. He hadn't felt like himself these past months. Knowing he would have to return to Hogwarts and delve right into his classes again was what he was dreading. Being home was nice, he enjoyed the time he got to spend with his mother as well as the little time he got to spend with his father when he wasn't away for work. But it was starting to get repetitive, and he needed to get away. Trent ventured to London by himself, with a promise to his mother that he would only be staying with his older sisters for a few days, and then come back home.

Trent's sisters shared a flat together near the Leaky Cauldron, so the second morning of his visit he made his way into Diagon Alley alone through the back of the pub. He needed to get a few potions ingredients for his return to the school, as he was running low on a some supplies. He wandered into Holmwood and Co. Apothecary and started perusing around the shop, looking at some of the strange looking ingredients he hoped he never needed to use in a potion (he would have no idea where to begin).

He had barely noticed the door open behind him, he was so entranced with a bowl of dragon eyes. When Trent finally turned around he broke into a wide smile at the fifth year Ravenclaw standing there with- her grandmother? "Oighrig!" the blonde said with a grin, "getting ready to go back to school too?" Trent had shared a common room with Oighrig since his was destroyed earlier in the year, so he had seen her around quite a bit. He had asked her a time or two for help with homework, but that was the extent of their conversations. She hadn't seemed overly interested in the badger, which was something that made him feel better about her. Trent couldn't stand the type of girls that tried too hard to be the centre of attention or have all the boys swooning over them.

Oh of course it would be his face. The one the girls would always swoon over, the one whom seemed to get almost every girls attention almost as much as when Krum did when he visited the castle.  Then again that was only rumors that she heard when she first arrived at Hogwarts as she never experienced that herself, but apparently it was a spectacle to have someone so famous in the halls. Rolling her eyes slightly at Trent’s appearance she decided to get this conversation over with as quickly as possible. “Do you think I’m in here for my health?” Oighrig put her hands on her hips revealing a small cauldron she was going to be using to grab some ingredients in. It was special made as it had different dividers in it to keep ingredients separate which would be helpful as some of the ingredients she needed would spoil if exposed to each other or cause adverse reactions she didn’t want to deal with right away.

Sorcha scooted away from the two of them to examine some griffin talons leaving Oighrig with Trent. Oighrig wished she hadn’t done this, but went with it anyways. “I’m guessing you are enjoying this break then aren’t you?” Oighrig asked Trent. Without him even answering she went to a near-by table where some dragon spleens were located and she took her gloves and put them on. She lightly poked the spleens to check their consistency and grabbed the best one and put it in her cauldron. “You better have been keeping up with your studies. I’m sure the professors will want to at least review on what we were going over before the break.” She said this while scooting over to a shelf of crushed Moly and she gave a disgruntled face to them. She began to talk to herself, “Why would anyone buy this? Pre-ground Moly losses its softness within a few minutes and should be used immediately. This would only make a sub-par potion. Honestly what is wrong with people?” She passed the shelf shaking her head.