- Messages
- 20
- OOC First Name
- Pheeb
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Age
- 3/2024 (25)
Seven. Eight. Nine. Luewann glanced over his shoulder. Where was the tenth? He hurried through the random scraps of parchment that scattered his desk in an unorderly fashion, flipping books up and down in an effort to find the final piece of his puzzle. It had to be around here somewhere. The man had had a difficult day, serving less than impressed customers at the bank, and all he wanted to do now was organise his ingredients in time for tomorrows showing. While the day job took up a large portion of the Scot's time, he didn't allow himself to relax, preferring to frantically make progress in his study, preparing new concoctions that would help his clients. As a Herbologist, it was important to get everything right, but as he tore through his workstation looking for the crushed figs he wondered whether they were really that important to the recipe. He cursed loudly, knowing he wouldn't be able to forgo them, and that in his last resort he may need to purchase new ones if he wanted to be completed in time. He threw his jacket over his shoulders, and a scarf wrapped around his neck, before he yanked open the door to head out into the evening. There would only be a few places left open at this time, but with summer approaching, he knew of a few places left in the town he could try. At this rate, the levels of his stress would force him via the pub before he managed to finish his mission, but with his first task at hand, he pushed onwards and took the steps up and out into the night.
It took him almost an hour before he had successfully pocketed his missing ingredient, by which point he was no less than 18 miles from home. He wouldn't be getting any sleep that night even if he wanted to, with the mixture of nerves and time it would take to get home. The establishment had served him well enough, and while he was glad to know of its existence he hoped he wouldn't result in becoming a regular. Loyalty was popular for business, but it made for terrible competition.
It took him almost an hour before he had successfully pocketed his missing ingredient, by which point he was no less than 18 miles from home. He wouldn't be getting any sleep that night even if he wanted to, with the mixture of nerves and time it would take to get home. The establishment had served him well enough, and while he was glad to know of its existence he hoped he wouldn't result in becoming a regular. Loyalty was popular for business, but it made for terrible competition.