Theo grinned at her question and he gave her a playful little smile. "Me? I sell it. For about a hundred thousand galleons a wing. What the BUYER uses it for... well. That's none of my business." He flashes her a teasing wink before he slipped the jar back and he smoothly pressed it to the back of the shelf... the room was HEAVILY guarded with curses and spells, so he wasn't too concerned...
"So if you need anything you know where to come. Here, you might like this." He smiled a bit and he softly squeezed her hand, tugging her over to the other side. He took a small, clear box, and he pulled it down before he showed her its contents. A small, purple flower... its petals were thin, and frayed at the edges, but it was pretty, nonetheless.
"I can't really pronounce this one... it's russian, and it's supposedly very strong when it comes to mind control potions.. it sells well. Intunca... Intru.. eh, whatever its called." He blushed a bit and laughed a little, but he placed it back on his shelf and started to tug her back to the bookcase. "Come on, the kettle is probably ready and your hands are still cold..."
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"So if you need anything you know where to come. Here, you might like this." He smiled a bit and he softly squeezed her hand, tugging her over to the other side. He took a small, clear box, and he pulled it down before he showed her its contents. A small, purple flower... its petals were thin, and frayed at the edges, but it was pretty, nonetheless.
"I can't really pronounce this one... it's russian, and it's supposedly very strong when it comes to mind control potions.. it sells well. Intunca... Intru.. eh, whatever its called." He blushed a bit and laughed a little, but he placed it back on his shelf and started to tug her back to the bookcase. "Come on, the kettle is probably ready and your hands are still cold..."