Potion Number Nine (Ambrose/Sung)

[shava4]

What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise... It's time to feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?

There was a crack as the witch appirated near the edge of the Godric's Hollow area. Walking through the area she didn't stand out at all, even for a Saturday evening. She covered four blocks steadily, covering her tracks simply by moving away from the obvious magic area and headed for the far outskirts. She alternated along the way changing twice the blocks she was following and using her knowledge of moving through hostile war zones to pass making sure no one was following. Arriving near her target, she actually stopped at the last bus stop bench and opened a newspaper (muggle one from that morning) and read for twenty minutes.

Sure her trail was quite clear, Olivia Ambrose checked the paper in her hand, touched her pocket so she knew the bag was still there. On second thought, she turned to the science section of the paper where the calender was located and checked the phase of the moon. Crescent. Cheered, Olivia folded the newspaper and put it away, glancing around as a last check before Walking between two houses across their property and turning right, showing up at her subject's house in another hundred feet. Glancing at the windows as she walked up, Olivia took pleasure in an unannounced arrival at a target already with mixed feelings about her. As she had good reason to be.

A knock on the door and she stood to the side of it's easy glance from the door's sight on purpose. Why make it easy? A glance down the road showed no one nearby, no faces at windows or nearby. When the door opened she smiled at the occupant saying "There we are. Got your note, you have stuff to show me I take it then?" Olivia stepped inside as the door was opened wider and watched her employee. It was clear in her glance she was hungry for the work. She wasn't the first werewolf Olivia had heard of having money issues, clinging to civilization. Olivia understood somewhat. After all, it takes a shape changer to catch a shapechanger.

Olivia was just much much better at covering up the signs.

[Aisling Sung]

Lin set through her home quickly and quietly as she gathered a few more ingredients and bustled her way towards the table along the far wall within her home. It was cluttered like mostly everything else within her home. Books, flowers, pieces of foreign objects that she wasn't even aware of what it was, she just knew they were ingredients or left overs from a meal. Sometimes the two were confused for one another and unfortunate things happened. She swore to herself that she would make good of the experience and keep a clean home, but it was hard to do. The only room she had managed to keep relatively clutter free was the very small sitting room filled with over sized plush furniture with a few odd bits and pieces of material missing from the upholstry.

She kept her small and nimble fingers working tirelessly on her latest project for a kind old witch who lived a few miles down the road. Her garden wasn't quite up to snuff and asked if Aisling could construct a potion to help, of course she took the challenge and was just adding the finishing touches and finished with the recipe, filing it away under the 'success' catagory on the middle shelf of an overflowing bookcase. A pond of littered papers and parchment were what this case floated upon. An island in the chaos of just simply more chaos. She scratched her head a little, tired from pushing herself so hard the previous night and the suffering the after effects of a new experimental potion she was developing when she heard a knock at the door.

Lin's head shot up as she pulled away from her workbench and shuffled from one room to the other, stepping around odd bits and kicking randoms to the side. There was a powerful idea of who was at the door, but she couldn't be sure entirely until she opened the door. At first, the young woman who was barely out of school couldn't see the other, but a glance to the side revealed her guest and a the smile she wore. Lin's eyes widened slightly with surprise before she nodded and quickly stepped aside to let the other in as to keep her from standing on the doorstep for too long.

"I do, I just hope it's something to your liking." She said once she closed the door. "I'm sorry for the mess, I haven't had any time to really clean anything.. I've been a little busy." The mutter was a little quick as she straightened out her outfit, trying to look at least mildly presentable. "I didn't realize you'd arrive so quickly. I thought at least another day or two." Aisling ventured through the warm and lived in home, the walls and shelves were lined with all sorts of bottles, boxes and books varying in shape, size and colour. She moved passed all of them and went towards a small cupboard she kept just for her employer. One she kept under lock and key. A fast hand tucked hair behind her ear before she crouched down and opened it up and removing a small glass phial containing a deep and almost sickly green liquid that was nearly thick as blood.

"This is it." Standing now, the small woman took the few steps forward and held out the phial for the other's examination. "Please be careful with it, it was not an easy accomplishment."

[shava4]

What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise... It's time to feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?

When Olivia had first heard about this particular student during the summer, she had been rather interested to see what her potion skills really were. Finding out how poor her situation was, yet her grades in the records showed she really had a good talent was like a dream situation for her. As a Professor there were many things she could not make or hint around which were also useful in her travels outside the school, especially with those pesky druids. Having another make the actual potions kept the stink of the darker magics out of her aura as well and for someone who worked divinations with young, trusting kids that was very important indeed.

Ms Sung had more of a draw then she herself knew. If she knew some of the things Olivia wanted her to make she was careful not to reveal yet... Well she might run in the other direction. Her expression of surprise when she noticed Ambrose on her doorstep made Olivia's smile grow a bit wider. Funny, in a way, since Rhinos were not known for being predators, but she certainly felt like one at the moment, this young werewolf unaware of how much danger she was really in, morally speaking. She stepped in as the door was opened wider and she glanced around.

Not organized or at least not clean was also a plus. No Ministry official would put faith in any evidence this one brought up; clearly she would be a very bad witness in a court. "Oh think nothing of it. I just happened to be out in this area and thought I'd kill two birds with one stone as they say." Resisting a smirk at such interesting phrasing, she accepted the vial from the young woman, her hand brushing against the other's wrist as she did so. Ah, youth! Raising it to the light, she held a scrap from her pocket to it and checked the color and the opaqueness against her guide picture.

In a moment she had out her box with it's cushioned inside and the vial was careful stashed, protected, and secured. Holding out a pouch with the chink of many galleons she smiled at her employee. "Very good work, Ms Sung, I see your talents were not exaggerated." After the galleons had been taken she added off handedly "I have a larger job however I could use some help with. It's a more long term project however and if you have too much work to do at the moment..." Clearly she glanced at the face of the young woman, seeing evidence of weariness in her face.

Listening to the response she allowed a smile as she heard the interest in the other's voice. Reaching in her pocket she pulled out a document from an official at the Ministry for the order, though he had no idea why or what he had actually signed. As she handed it over, the amount of ten vials of Veritaserum a rather staggering amount (and permission to seek an outside source from the Ministry written into the document due to the "secrecy of it's need"). "I would expect them to be completed over a period of two months which might prove challenging, but I'd add in some more for the difficulty of the job. Say," a glance at her unknowing victims and judging if she knew how to keep her mouth shut completely, "a thousand as the retainer for the supplies and need for speed?"

The chink of the much larger bag onto the table was the kind of sound which commanded attention. True, much of it's inners would go towards supplies for the potions themselves (a Ministry restricted potion), but a smart student should be able to shave enough to be a healthy profit from it. "I doubt I have to point out secrecy is important here? Otherwise the amount of antidotes would also go up..." And if she could do this little thing with supposed Ministry approval, she'd be another step towards also agreeing in a month to the rather nastier potions Olivia had in mind. One foot in the grave as they say? Oh so true.