Post by Sienna Aurélie Linslee on Jul 3, 2021 3:49:15 GMT -7
6 February 2026
Sienna knew she should be working but she couldn’t help but linger by the front counter, wide-eyed. After months of internal debate among the shopkeepers at Slug and Jigger’s, they had finally decided to redo the entire organizational system and were now in the middle of the move. Sienna had gotten used to the comfortable familiarity of the apothecary’s layout – she could have her nose buried in a potions magazine and still move around the shop to fetch ingredients off the shelves. Dried beetles in a barrel by the door, dragon scales tucked away in the back near the poisonous herbs. But now it was all changing, and Sienna watched with eyes as round as galleons as a shopkeeper rolled the barrel of beetles to the new dedicated corner for preserved insects.
She supposed it made sense, in a way – their current system didn’t correspond to any form of organization and you could only learn where everything was with time and consistent visits. Looking for crushed emeralds? You wouldn’t necessarily find them by the rubies and sapphires, but perhaps with the dittany and shredded caterpillars. Looking for rose thorns? You wouldn’t find any with the other rose products, but instead grouped with octopus powder and boomslang skin. So, Sienna thought, the reorganization might make sense from a logistical point of view, but she could still mourn the layout of the store as she knew it. Now she was going to need to learn it all again.
The shopkeepers continued to move things throughout the day, and Si made periodic visits to the front to see how customers were receiving the new system. Most didn’t seem to realize anything had changed, since they weren’t frequent enough visitors to notice. They simply wandered the shop until they stumbled onto what they were looking for, or a shopkeeper took a break from moving heavy bottles of potion to assist them. The first real shock came from one of their regulars, a witch who visited often to buy a batch of Cure for Boils for her teenage daughters. She stared blankly at the shelf where the potion used to be stocked, now replaced by a wide variety of healing potions, until Sienna pointed her towards the back. Smiling to herself, Si barely had time to move back to where she had been keeping watch before the next regular wandered in. Most people likely wouldn’t realize what he came here to buy, but any good potioneer would know that he was stocking up on ingredients for love potion antidotes. It was a curious purchase, but he came every week without fail and nobody had ever seemed to ask him about his apparent paranoia – at least not while Sienna was around. He also had moved without thinking to the usual spot for his ingredients, but he wouldn’t find them there anymore. Sienna waited for a beat to see if he would notice before offering, “The Wiggentree twigs are by the door now. Where the beetles used to be.” She tried, and failed, to keep the laughter out of her voice at the observation.
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