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Ah, the smell of dragon liver.

Devyn had never been to this wretched place in what felt like years. That was because she'd been out of school for a year, and even before that she got her potion ingredients in Diagon Alley, or Hogwarts had it in a store cupboard somewhere.

So she was pleasantly surprised when she heard Aiden was the current owner. After all, she'd imagined that he was the type to go off and be a Quidditch Player after school was done.

"Treeeeeeeemleeeeeeeeeett," sang the girl, closing the door of the shop behind her. It was near closing time and nobody was around to annoy her, thank Merlin. "Tremlett, you whoooooooreee... where are youuuuuu?"

Ade was nearly done with arranging the cauldrons in order of size. He knew it was a stupid thing to do but he wanted everything to look neat. He could not believe how many cauldrons had holes or cracks in them. He was going to own a quality-control cauldron company one day.

He heard some call him. Tremlett you whore!

That could only be Devyn. No one else dared to call him that.

"Lancaster you biiiiiiitch!" he called back. He was not mad at her or anything but that was his name for her, all by a little girl in Hogwarts. "What are you doing here in my little shop? It's so cozy, isn't it?"