..Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble Oct 25, 2009 22:14:30 GMT -8
Post by Lance Ulrich on Oct 25, 2009 22:14:30 GMT -8
Wednesday, 22 December, 2010
"You know, dad," Lance began as he paused outside a fairly new shop...for wands by the looks of it, "I think I'm going back to Toil and Trouble. I need to replenish my potions' supply."
"There?" his father asked, raising a brow, but he chuckled. "Alright, Lance. You know where to find us." Of course, in former days of his life, that usually meant his parents or his dad and a house elf in some shop or another. Today, it meant his dad and a slave in Borgin and Burkes. There would be no more full family outings ever since his father had turned his mother in for her lack of blood purity. To be honest, Lance didn't really care. The family had never been entirely close.
Still, it seemed odd. This would be his first Christmas without her, and she had done all the Christmas shopping. He secretly wondered if his father's idea of a present was to be found in Borgin and Burkes or if he would find himself with something he actually wanted rather than what his father thought or knew he needed for school or something else. Whatever the case, the days of kits to take care of his broom were probably gone. After all, Quidditch was a "worthless use of time" according to his father, who couldn't see past the game to any worthwhile character traits it might teach.
But whatever, the downfalls of Christmas weren't enough to ruin the relatively pleasant mood Lance Ulrich had found himself in since Monday morning with the death of Evie Williams had made the front page news and later when the special edition on Damien Noland's capture had been released. He had been secretly elated at the prior and just as excited by the prospect of Noland's capture. Now Lord Williams would no longer have the distraction of his stolen wife or a newborn baby, just a less demanding child who was old enough to care for herself without his help, and the hard-hitting blow of justice had found its way to one of their government's enemies. He just hoped the situation was handled properly so it would not end up making them look like incompetent fools.
It was with such thoughts that the Ravenclaw found his way to Toil and Trouble and entered the store, beginning to look through the many ingredients for what he might need in the future. It was odd to go here without any real purpose after all the times he had come with intentions to rid the world of Evie Williams in the past, but potions was one of his more enjoyed subjects, and experimenting with them didn't really hurt so long as he did things right.