She nearly quails under the look- but damn it all, she reminds herself; she's a war hero and a politician, and she won't revert back to being a terrified schoolgirl with a horror of losing house points just because he's glaring. So there. She returns his stare with determined but polite steel.
"Rather a list," she says after a moment, digging in her handbag for a notebook and flicking to the appropriate page; Hermione Granger does not joke about lists. It's meticulously well-ordered, and exceedingly long, with some strikeouts where she's sourced things elsewhere; almost all the ingredients are, of course, from her home world, but she's done some reading and snooping in other shops and has a few ideas about other things which sound useful, including a particular form of pain relief potion she's sure isn't from home. She's clearly planning on brewing a few basic necessities, but a few slightly more particular requests stand out- items that might be more at home in, for instance, a Polyjuice Potion or a draught for dreamless sleep. She turns the notebook on the counter rather than read it all out to him, and adds, "I'm aware that I might not be able to find everything here in Baedal- but if that's the case, perhaps you could recommend substitutes? If that's even feasible, I mean. And if it's not too much trouble."
That latter's not sarcastic; she's genuinely trying to be polite, but she's also trying to make sure they have more of a conversation than him simply handing over merchandise as she hands over money. Any sort of information that he might give would be helpful- whether it amounts to information she can deduce about him, or simply an informed opinion on how various magical systems mesh in Baedal. If nothing else, she trusts him to be an excellent potioneer.
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"Rather a list," she says after a moment, digging in her handbag for a notebook and flicking to the appropriate page; Hermione Granger does not joke about lists. It's meticulously well-ordered, and exceedingly long, with some strikeouts where she's sourced things elsewhere; almost all the ingredients are, of course, from her home world, but she's done some reading and snooping in other shops and has a few ideas about other things which sound useful, including a particular form of pain relief potion she's sure isn't from home. She's clearly planning on brewing a few basic necessities, but a few slightly more particular requests stand out- items that might be more at home in, for instance, a Polyjuice Potion or a draught for dreamless sleep. She turns the notebook on the counter rather than read it all out to him, and adds, "I'm aware that I might not be able to find everything here in Baedal- but if that's the case, perhaps you could recommend substitutes? If that's even feasible, I mean. And if it's not too much trouble."
That latter's not sarcastic; she's genuinely trying to be polite, but she's also trying to make sure they have more of a conversation than him simply handing over merchandise as she hands over money. Any sort of information that he might give would be helpful- whether it amounts to information she can deduce about him, or simply an informed opinion on how various magical systems mesh in Baedal. If nothing else, she trusts him to be an excellent potioneer.