Hanging Toadstools
Interacting with: @Rain Lucien | Speech: Mistyrose | Word Count: 304/200
The apothecary's usual pungent aroma hit the girl immediately as she opened the faded wooden doors of the apothecary, sniffing indignantly. She had learned from the years visiting diagon alley with her father that the smell simply did not go away, but you kind of adjusted to it after a while. It was always that slightly-off metallic scent of dried herbs, sulfur, earth, and rot.
Of course, despite the smell, the girl had always loved shopping at the apothecary. There were always new things to explore, with the shop dimly lit by flickering enchanted globes and brimming with labeled components from floor to ceiling, the hanging ingredients swaying as people whisked around the shop. Every child knew that it was common sense not to go casually browsing in here, not to buy things blindly, to only touch when you're certain of what it is - but the ingredients were so odd and fascinating - it was hard to resist the urge to take a closer look.
Korinna glanced blankly at her ingredients list again. How did you even find anything in this place? She swore everything had moved around since the last time she'd been in here, or buried and stuffed under more ingredients. Slugs? unicorn hair? fangs?
Finally spotting some leaping toadstools hanging from the ceiling, she reached for the ingredient, standing on tiptoes. She tripped and landed with a crash, the toadstools in hand, muttering to herself as she dusted herself off and stood up.
It wasn't until Korinna stood up that she noticed someone standing behind her. She didn't recognize them - they looked to be about her age or perhaps younger, likely another Hogwarts student buying potion supplies.
The ravenclaw flushed in embarrassment, offering them a wave and stepping aside from the shelf. "Hello! Sorry did you need to get something from here?"