I'd Like to be Under The Sea
March 14, 2005 2:42 PM
The door opened and a bell jingled. Moody started milling around the shop, killing time until the proprietor came out from the back. The firewhiskey had him feeling pretty good at the moment, so he was content to be mellow and inspect the array of aconite and bunches of belladonna that were on display.
"You again," Pevensie said when she spotted the old wizard. "Are you stalking me? Because... not cool."
"Actually, Miss Karlsen," Moody responded, "I'm here to see Longbottom about some potions supplies."
Old habits die hard, and when Neville walked out of the back and saw Moody standing there, he stopped short, shocked. "Professor." He shook his head, remember that this man had never been one of his professors. "I mean, Mr. Moody. How can I help you?"
Pevensie just looked from one to the other. Until she was officially told to go away, she was going to listen in.
"I'm here after some potions supplies, as I was just telling Miss Karlsen here," Moody responded. He listed off the plants that he'd need for his brewing.
"Oh! Excellent. I have all of those fresh and I can box them up for you now if you'd like, although I have a better selection of belladonna in the back if you'd like a higher quality. It really depends on what you're making."
Moody gave him a wry smile. "I'm restoring my stock of healing potions," he told him. "Pain-relievers and muscle relaxers, also."
"Fresh is best then. Since you're restoring your stock I take it you want more than necessary for a single dose, right? Pevensie, will you fetch a box from the back for me?"
"Which one?" she asked, eying the older wizard still.
"A large one. We'll be doing a double order of the plants in the blue vases in the back. You can handle it, right?" Neville asked.
"There's no need to be insulting," Pevensie snapped before heading to the back.
He grinned and scratched his head. "Wasn't aware I was." Neville looked over at Moody. "Would you like me to alert you when I have these items replenished?"
"Something tells me that I'll be requiring a higher than usual quantity of the potions, so that would be most satisfactory. Thank you."
Pevensie brought the boxes he asked for to the front, and Neville carefully loaded them full of the plant Moody requested. "Now, I've started a new growing process with the fluxweed so that it matures quicker. It cuts down the boiling times to half when adding it. Other than that, the plants are all of the average variety."
After examining each and every plant carefully for any unexpected magical signatures, he replied, "Excellent." He reached into his pocket. "How much then?"
"Five galleons," Neville replied with a grin. "Hogwarts professors and aurors get discounts."
"I'm retired," Moody responded, pulling out seven.
Neville only put five in the register and put the other two aside for a tab. "I don't believe that for a second, but I'll respect your wishes. I hope you find everything to your liking."
"You know, if you're that old, maybe you shouldn't be trolling cemeteries and looking for fights."
Neville gave her a look of horror.
"I'm just saying. Anyone in need of that much healing potion probably needs a safer hobby. I think roller derby girls use less healing potions than these."
"Pevensie, you realize it's rather rude to refer to someone's age?" He turned to Moody with a wince. "She didn't mean it. I'm sure she just--" Neville turned back to Pevensie quickly. "What do you mean trolling cemeteries and looking for fights?"
"Draco and I ran into him in the cemetery and he was saying to pass messages on to Giles, which Draco did. And he was being all creepy stalker guy in the shadows, and trying to tell me about staking, which I didn't need the assist, I knew he was still moving."
Neville resisted the urge to beat his head against his counter. Sometimes Pevensie was hard to understand and while he wasn't so uptight about his grammar, she drove him crazy sometimes.
"Well if anyone is qualified to help you take out the bad guys, it's him." Neville turned to his newest customer with a grin. "Have a nice day, sir."
"Thank you, Longbottom. Please give my regards to your grandmother." he turned to face Pevensie. "And I will be seeing you, Miss Karlsen. A word of advice: don't assume that I need to increase my stores because I'm off fighting vampires. As your employer stated... He doesn't believe that I'm retired for a second."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I just don't like the idea that you tell my watcher that you're watching him. It makes him nervous, you know? He's not such a bad guy. Yeah, okay, he did bad stuff, but he protects me, and anyone who does that can't be as bad as you think. I know size or age don't matter. Look at Willow. You'd never know she nearly ended the world from looking at her."
The bell on the door dinged and Pevensie nodded at them before skipping off to see if the customer needed any help.
Neville really wished she would have just stayed silent. She had told way too much in that little blurb of hers. "She means well. I don't know why she's so attached to Malfoy, but she is. He's come by a few times to check on her."
"Yes, well... One day she and I will have to sit down with a pot of tea and discuss the political benefits of having a respected member of the constabulary "checking up" on certain former members of the dark lord's staff who work for an organization that our world has an antagonistic relationship with at the best of times." He paused, and then asked, "Tell me, Longbottom. What is your opinion of this new and improved Malfoy, and the Council in general? I understand that you have business dealings with them."
He took a deep breath. "And it's because of those business dealings that I won't discuss my business. I'm also dating one of the slayers that lives there, and my opinions will be biased. I'm sorry, but I won't give my opinions."
My, my... Just like Alice.
"Tacit approval, then." he smiled. "And you know, you looked a bit like your mum just now."
He picked up the box that contained his purchases.
"Perhaps the next time you see me, it will be in Wiltshire. Good day, Mister Longbottom."
Neville couldn't stop the smile from blossoming across his face until it hurt. That was one of the highest compliments he could be handed.
"He didn't slip you a love potion, did he? I heard about those. I'm sure that's what that dopey look is about because I don't see Mac anywhere."
"Shush. He just paid me a very nice compliment. I can smile but I was not looking dopey."
"It's a good thing Mac likes you so much, because I hate to tell you, but you looked dopey. I'm glad about the compliment. Yay grandpa wizard and the compliments, but you look like a dorkus right now."
"And it's gone," Neville said with a sigh. "Don't you have work to do?"
"Probably. Don't get all cranky with me because you look like you took a knock to the head when you're happy. Yeah, you look goofy. Didn't say I minded. I happen to think you're great, and if I didn't already have a crush on Mar-er... someone, I'd like you. You know, provided Mac didn't break my legs for it."
She turned and headed for the back.
Neville shook his head with a grin. He could handle an almost crush.