Open In the thicket of it

[Olivia Drage]

Olivia had learned through the grower’s grapevine that the seeds of a certain plant could be found in the depths of Bleak Street. Said plant was frowned upon by the Ministry, if not strictly illegal. Always a free spirit, Olivia was of the opinion that no plant should be strictly forbidden. After all, it was the intent of the user, not the plant itself, that should be regulated. The towering witch turned up empty-handed as the seller she’d been recommended turned out to be a greasy dead-end who mistreated his plants.

Thoroughly disgusted, Olivia found herself wandering Bleak Street. It was an interesting place. Olivia certainly stuck out like a sore thumb. After taking a wrong turn, she suddenly wondered how she was supposed to get out of here. Of course, she could Apparate away to Ernie’s shop, but the wandering side of her was too intrigued to resort to that just yet.

 

[Ioan Finch]

Ioan didn't frequent Bleak Street to the same degree he once had. He'd lived there for ages with his ex-wife, and although that was quite some time ago the film of grime and filth that permeated the shop windows seemed exactly the same. No more or less. The man had been shopping for a while and had a few finds, though a few other leads he had ended up being fool's errands. Ioan figured he could hit another two or three spots before he'd call it a day.

Turning a corner, Ioan spotted a familiar face. He was surprised to see her here however. The man shifted the bag on his shoulder as he drew closer, not wanting to cause her alarm. Alarmed people in these parts were liable to behave erratically. "Fancy seeing you here" he stated when he was within what he hoped was earshot.

 

[Olivia Drage]

I am so quick to reply I swear... apologies for the 3.5 month-long wait!

Olivia pivoted when a voice reached her ears, turning to face its owner. She narrowed her eyes at the stranger. Except, after a moment, recognition slipped into her face, and she warmed considerably. Ioan, one of her customers, a potioneer. “Just window shopping,” she replied, although the windows here were few and far between. She couldn’t hide a sheepish grin. “There’s only so much of Obsidian Harbour to see.” Olivia was curious what Ioan was searching for, although she had high suspicions that asking questions in these parts was frowned upon.