A/N: This is Hermione centric. Haven't got much set in stone apart from
that though. Too many things that could be good.Anyway, just read and
lemme know what you think. Viele Dank.
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Hermione turned the ornate Bronze key in the lock and carefully pushed the door open. Her eyes widened and a smile uncurled across her face at the sight that greeted her. She took a few steps in and stopped, taking in the front of the shop.
Overcrowded and worn Bookshelves that lined the full length of the right wall, floor to ceiling, similar ones lined the window of the shop, housed the more commonplace books the Wizarding community had to offer; Gilderoy Lockhart, Kennelworthy Whisp and the like. The floor was covered with rugs of an Inky blue-black, with constellations picked out on them in silver. Behind the polished Cherrywood counter was a short hallway, in which there was a spiralling staircase to the second level. Beyond this, the corridor, opened out again to reveal a narrow, but extremely long room, with shelves packed with every ingredient possibly ordained for alchemy, and then some.
Upstairs was devoted solely to books of a perhaps less mundane nature, but was nonetheless a sea of the same well-used sturdy oak bookshelves, stuffed with books, scrolls and anything else that could be written down on and every subject, that both muggle and wizard worlds had devised. Immunology books were nestled between alchemy and healing texts, while some of the muggle sciences, particularly Physics and Chemistry, were alongside Quidditch rule books, and Antique books of Charms.
It was about this point that it dawned on Hermione what a great debt she owed Dumbledore for insisting she get a job in Hogsmeade, (Even if he did insist that she charm herself to change her appearance and age.) rather than spend the time that was freed up from her Divination classes in the library. Storming out of that class was proving to be one of the best decisions of her life, she mused.
Excitement bubbled up inside Hermione, as she turned to embrace the older witch, standing behind her. "Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU, Rosemary!" The older woman chuckled.
"You're more than welcome my dear, I need the help as much as you need the money and the freedom, I think.." Hermione glanced at the woman, only to see her eyes twinkle slightly.
"You're his sister, aren't you?"
She chuckled again. "I see you're not dux of your grade for nothing." She noted. "Yes, I am Albus Dumbledore's sister. And a great deal does he give me to live up to.." She added with a small smile. "When can you start working and what hours?"
Hermione smiled, still looking around the second floor, wistfully. "I can work Monday, Thursday and Friday from 4 till 7, and all day Sunday. I can start..this Thursday, If that's alright with you?"
Rosemary nodded and Hermione's eyes glowed Golden-Brown in anticipation. "Very well. However, to prove that you know what you're dealing with, in terms of alchemy, I would ask something of you.."
Hermione smiled at her. "Of course, What is it?"
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Alrighty, folks. That's your taster, (and a pretty poor cliffhanger too, I know.) Tell me what you think, anything, so long as it's constructive. If the response is good I'll post the next chunk. Sound good? :))
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Hermione turned the ornate Bronze key in the lock and carefully pushed the door open. Her eyes widened and a smile uncurled across her face at the sight that greeted her. She took a few steps in and stopped, taking in the front of the shop.
Overcrowded and worn Bookshelves that lined the full length of the right wall, floor to ceiling, similar ones lined the window of the shop, housed the more commonplace books the Wizarding community had to offer; Gilderoy Lockhart, Kennelworthy Whisp and the like. The floor was covered with rugs of an Inky blue-black, with constellations picked out on them in silver. Behind the polished Cherrywood counter was a short hallway, in which there was a spiralling staircase to the second level. Beyond this, the corridor, opened out again to reveal a narrow, but extremely long room, with shelves packed with every ingredient possibly ordained for alchemy, and then some.
Upstairs was devoted solely to books of a perhaps less mundane nature, but was nonetheless a sea of the same well-used sturdy oak bookshelves, stuffed with books, scrolls and anything else that could be written down on and every subject, that both muggle and wizard worlds had devised. Immunology books were nestled between alchemy and healing texts, while some of the muggle sciences, particularly Physics and Chemistry, were alongside Quidditch rule books, and Antique books of Charms.
It was about this point that it dawned on Hermione what a great debt she owed Dumbledore for insisting she get a job in Hogsmeade, (Even if he did insist that she charm herself to change her appearance and age.) rather than spend the time that was freed up from her Divination classes in the library. Storming out of that class was proving to be one of the best decisions of her life, she mused.
Excitement bubbled up inside Hermione, as she turned to embrace the older witch, standing behind her. "Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU, Rosemary!" The older woman chuckled.
"You're more than welcome my dear, I need the help as much as you need the money and the freedom, I think.." Hermione glanced at the woman, only to see her eyes twinkle slightly.
"You're his sister, aren't you?"
She chuckled again. "I see you're not dux of your grade for nothing." She noted. "Yes, I am Albus Dumbledore's sister. And a great deal does he give me to live up to.." She added with a small smile. "When can you start working and what hours?"
Hermione smiled, still looking around the second floor, wistfully. "I can work Monday, Thursday and Friday from 4 till 7, and all day Sunday. I can start..this Thursday, If that's alright with you?"
Rosemary nodded and Hermione's eyes glowed Golden-Brown in anticipation. "Very well. However, to prove that you know what you're dealing with, in terms of alchemy, I would ask something of you.."
Hermione smiled at her. "Of course, What is it?"
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Alrighty, folks. That's your taster, (and a pretty poor cliffhanger too, I know.) Tell me what you think, anything, so long as it's constructive. If the response is good I'll post the next chunk. Sound good? :))