4
"Here
we are, the Apothecary," Chris said, walking in.
"Great.
Now I can get what I need," Kenzie said. She walked over to a
shelf and the owner came out of the back room.
"How's life
treatin' ya, Mr. Perkins?" Kenzie asked in a friendly
fashion.
"Wonderfully, Miss Kenzie, and you?" the
shopkeeper, Mr. Perkins, asked.
"Zipadeedoodah, sir. Alrighty
then! Can I get some of this, and a bottle of this, and a small can
of this, and a vial of
this..."
Once
on the train, the friends got to talking.
"Who was that man
in the Apothecary?" J.J. asked.
"Yeah. I don't know
him," Kayla said.
"It was Mr. Perkins, the owner. We're
close. He comes to our place for Christmas," Kenzie said.
"Oh.
I thought you liked him or something," Chris
said.
"CHRISTOPHER!"
"What? He was fairly
young, after all..."
"Aw, shut
up."
Once at Hogwarts, the group sat at the Gryffindor table once again. From there, they watched the Sorting and then ate their meals. It was quite the uneventful night, until Professor Lupin made an announcement.