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Who: Ruby Van Alst & Severus Snape.
What: Visiting the apothecary where Severus works to discuss dream problems.
Where: Said apothecary.
When: Afternoonish, probably Givdi or thereabouts.
Notes:
Warnings: idk, Snape.

After contending with the fog (an experience she was in no hurry to relive) and making sure that she'd sent out the appropriate antidotes to the appropriate people, Ruby became interested in learning more about the methods of other individuals who tried to assist in alleviating the fog-serpents' poison. She's fairly certain that this won't be the last time that people come back from the fog with poison in their psyches, and she'd like to be prepared, in the future.

She briefly stops outside to look up at the brick building, considering its less-than-inviting exterior. Probably most people would be a little more...nervous about just wandering in to ask a bunch of questions, but this is a girl who once traveled cross-country and insinuated herself into a stranger's life on a hunch, so as a rule, she is not prone to doubting her impulses. ("Headstrong" is not even the word for it.)

She comes into the apothecary with a bag slung over one shoulder, and looks around for someone--she's sure (intuitively) that someone is there, but she's distracted pretty quickly on by some supplies to the left of her. Ruby recognizes their purpose, and thinks that even though she's here to compare notes, it couldn't hurt to do some shopping in the meantime. Ruby pushes her loose hair back, tucking it behind her ear, and meanders the tightly-packed aisles.

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The instant someone steps over the mild 'doorbell' wards near the shop's threshold, Severus tenses with irritation. He is only ever in the front area a handful of times during operation hours, and even if it's never busy, he still doesn't like it. This is why. A load of books in arm, he stays quiet and continues to place them properly on a shelf. He's not a clerk, he won't be asking anyone if they need help, and if this is someone who'll be impacted by his cloaking spell and end up being forced to ignore him, it's better to stay quiet anyway.

But then he catches her out of the corner of his eye and drops the damn book - nearly loses all of them - and ends up swearing while he grabs for it.

The mistake only lasts for half a heartbeat but it's enough to throw him off, and now he's both anxious and angry, furious at himself for immediately looking like a fool in front of the one customer that's appeared all day in the single hour he's alone here.