Of course I will. It's—oh hell, my potions. Hold a tic—
[ lily stands quickly, hurrying over to a small cauldron set aside and bringing it back to where it belongs on the counter, whereupon she inspects the contents with a furrowed brow. giving it a quick stir with a flick of her wand, she dips her pinky in and ... tastes it? then grimaces. ] Still tastes of Licorice. It'll hold.
[ now she lights a small, self-contained fire beneath it and adds a couple more ingredients, stirring more and then slumping back to sit. ]
Sorry. Been working on it a week and it needs delivering in two days.
[ chewing on her lip a moment, she gets back to business. ] The disappearances have been happening for about forty years. Muggleborns and half-bloods, sometimes muggles. No one knows why or how, but with the implementation of the curfew the numbers seem to have gone down somewhat. Not as much as anyone would like, but...
[ she shakes her head. ] There's not much more anyone knows.
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[ lily stands quickly, hurrying over to a small cauldron set aside and bringing it back to where it belongs on the counter, whereupon she inspects the contents with a furrowed brow. giving it a quick stir with a flick of her wand, she dips her pinky in and ... tastes it? then grimaces. ] Still tastes of Licorice. It'll hold.
[ now she lights a small, self-contained fire beneath it and adds a couple more ingredients, stirring more and then slumping back to sit. ]
Sorry. Been working on it a week and it needs delivering in two days.
[ chewing on her lip a moment, she gets back to business. ] The disappearances have been happening for about forty years. Muggleborns and half-bloods, sometimes muggles. No one knows why or how, but with the implementation of the curfew the numbers seem to have gone down somewhat. Not as much as anyone would like, but...
[ she shakes her head. ] There's not much more anyone knows.