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[Professor Arabella]

Blushing, Arabella felt that she had outstayed her welcome. Grabbing her list, she diverted her eyes from him. "Erm.. I don't want to keep you any longer. Could I have 16 wooden hoops, a wireless please, oh and two everlasting candles in white." She said, stammering over the words. She took a deep breath as she glanced back up at him. Once she got her items, she would leave before he thought any worse of her.

[Greyson "Grey" Sebastien]

Grey looked up from his record book as he wrote the items down. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was flustered. He gave his wand a swish and flick, summoning the items Arabella had requested. For a moment, Grey wished he knew the words to put her at ease, but it didn't matter, really. He'd been alone so long anyway. "That'll be fifty-nine Galleons," Grey said, shrinking the items and placing them in a bag.

[Professor Arabella]

Taking out her purse, she counted out the gallons and passed them to him. "Thank you." She said, mustering up as warm a smile as she could. "Maybe we'll see each other again up at the school." She took the bag from the side and turned to leave. Something inside her hoped they would see each other again soon. Reaching for the door handle, she took a fleeting look at him once more.

[Greyson "Grey" Sebastien]

"Maybe," Grey said softly. His gaze caught hers as she turned to glance over her shoulder. His lips curved slightly of their own volition, unable to ignore the near-tangible current in the air. It shocked him slightly, and his eyes flicked over her, resting again on her eyes. "Good afternoon," Grey said, though somehow the words sounded like more as they rolled off his tongue.

[Professor Arabella]

Her eyes catching his, Arabella's face lit up subconsciously. "Afternoon." She repeated back to him, her voice soft. With one last glance, she lowered her head, turning the handle on the door. Pulling it open, she stepped outside the shop, her warm face coming into contact with the chilly afternoon wind. Her other hand firmly grasping her bag, she made her way back to the castle, her thoughts preoccupied with the shopkeeper she had left behind.

[Greyson "Grey" Sebastien]

Grey watched Arabella step outside, the possible implications of what he'd felt not escaping his notice. He hoped she'd be back, perhaps give him another chance, though Lord knew what he'd do with it. It had been so long since he'd felt that kind of attraction that it resonated through him. Grey turned back to his work, losing himself in the paperwork of inventory, though inviting blue eyes hovered at the back of his mind.

Grey flicked his wand, sending the last few items onto their proper places on shelves and in bins. He took a seat behind the counter, flipping through a magazine as he awaited his next customer.

[Aldeara Malone]

Aldeara smiled for today seemed to be a great day the weather was fine just a bit of a chill so she had light cloak on and she looked at her list of shops to hit and one was Grey's Potions which was just the next shop so she weaved her way through a few people just standing on the sidewalk talking in order to get to the shop.

Once she reached the shop she walked in and was met with the smell of potions made or having been made and she grabed a small basket and went around the shop looking at what they carried. As she looked she didnt really see any potions that she was in need of so she looked at the odds and ends and did find a few things that she wanted there and after picking what she wanted and putting the items in the basket and walked to the counter.

When she walked to the counter she unloaded the items onto the counter "Hello." she said to the owner and finished placing the items and made she all were there.

Odd and Ends:

Omnioculars 7 G
Penknife 8 G
Put-Outer 12 G
Wizard’s Chess New sets - 11 G
(2) pairs Dragon Hide gloves 12g

Total: 50g

[Greyson "Grey" Sebastien]

"Good afternoon," Grey said, setting his magazine aside. "Is there anything else I can help you find?" Grey began placing her items into a bag, careful not to crush the omnioculars.

[Aldeara Malone]

Aldeara smiled at him "No this will do just fine for now" she said to him and glanced at his magazine he was reading "Anything good worth reading this issue?" she asked him in reguard to the magazine.

[Greyson "Grey" Sebastien]

A half-smile spread across Grey's lips as he turned his copy of The Quibbler so the girl could see it better. "They say they've discovered a nest of vampires in Britain," he said, "and that the leader of the Coven is Headmistress Dumbledore." Grey shrugged. "Of course, they also say they've located the crumple-horned snorkack in the States." The Quibbler wasn't good literature, but at least it was entertaining.

[Aldeara Malone]

She laughed softly "Thats quite interesting" she said as she got a better look at the magazine and shook her head "I doubt that but might be interesting to look into" she said and thought she should pick up a issue a bit later and she raised an eye brow "Crumple-Horned Snorkacks? Heh bet that is an entertainging read guess I should grab a copy later" she said with a smile

[Greyson "Grey" Sebastien]

Grey smirked. "They say next issue there'll be an exposee on Nargles at Hogwarts." He personally thought it was a pillar of storge, but the articles gave you something to think about. Grey handed the girl her bag. "Thank you for stopping by," he said, lips curved into a smile.

[Aldeara Malone]

Aldeara chuckled "Well that will be interesting" she said sarcasticly and took her bag "Thank you" she said with a smile. She then turned and headed for the door and walked out and thought about what she would do next..

[Greyson "Grey" Sebastien]

Grey sat back on his stool, then picked up the Quibbler again. There was a Runic Crossword Puzzle on page 16 he wanted to try.

[Dahlia Alexander]

Dahlia put on a feline smile and brushed down her skirt before heading into the shop. She knew she was begging for trouble, but it had been months since the boat party, and she was restless and ready to play. Besides, Grey wasn't a bad looking man. Any attention, even negative, was more than she was getting elsewhere. Dahlia ran her fingers along the items on the shelves, casually waiting for him to notice her.