Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2015 8:29:54 GMT
”BOTH SIDES ARE SPILLING MAGICAL BLOOD…”
It was an early morning as the young Eleanor walked down the streets of Diagon Alley towards her store, wearing a white dress and her hair in curls. Whistling in a happy tune she already had planned out her morning for the day she was going to finish the re-planting of the Hellebore and getting some of it a syrup. The syrup she knew was used with potions, despite being so interested in Herbology she had also been wicked good at Potions as well as Care of Magical Creatures. She unlocked the door of the shop with a turn of the key, and bring the drapes up letting the sunshine in. Tossing her purse behind the counter she went into the greenhouse that was connected to the back of her store. The greenhouse was rather large extended by several enchantments and had different closed off sections for such plants as devil snare or even rarer ones.
In the center there was a large table with different gardening tools and dozens of plots filled with dirt and one filled with the plant called Hellebore, a yellow flower encompassed by draping green petals. She took some of it out crushing the flower down to squeeze drops of the liquid out into a small vial. She kept going until the plant was gone and the vial was full to where she got even a half of another filled. Not as much as I had planned on thought Eleanor she took the vials and placed them on a stand on the counter in the store with a sign displaying “Hellebore Syrup”. She started going over paperwork on the desk below the counter until the sound of the bell of someone entering brought her to look up giving a bright smile to a hopefully poetionel customer.
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