It had been something of a surprise when Amanj had struck up a conversation with the witch in that dreary little place called London. He hadn't expected to meet such an intriguing person like Maurie. When she had spent a good bit of time staring his way, he'd expected the usual questions bout his blindness, as it was what everyone wanted to know about when they first meet him. Instead she'd surprised him by asking about his hair. Amanj made no secret about being vain, and his hair was his pride and joy. Styled high in a mohawk, he'd had it dyed to look like a cresting wave and the other potioneer had been caught by it's outlandish look. From there, they'd kept talking, with Amanj even offering to take Maurie out to dinner at one of his favorite restaurants in London. It had been a good evening, just talking and with more than a little flirting before the end. Unfortunately Amanj had to return to the circus the next day, so he and Maurie had exchanged information and he'd been sending her owls on a regular basis ever since.
He had finally managed to convince Maurie to accompany him on a trip to a spice market in Cairo that specialized in exotic potion ingredients which were hard to find and expensive to procure in England. It wasn't as sweltering as it could be, considering that he'd taken mercy on the poor woman and invited her to vistit when it was cooler. The height of summer in Egypt was not something to be exposed to on a first trip. Amanj still had trouble believing that such an intelligent and well-read woman rarely left England. It seemed incomprehensible.
Amanj waited for Maurie at the portkey location. He was dressed casually in a bright yellow vest with no shirt, billowing linen pants, and his usual sandals. With his hair still styled in a mohawk (a deep purple splashed with blues and pinks like a nebula this time) he looked like something out of a fairytale. His smile was broad and devilish when he saw Maurie appear. "Hello, my friend," he called, walking towards her, offering his hand. "I hope the trip was not too awful."
@Maureen O'Dwyer