Order Only: Private message to Dora Tonks and Sirius Black

[alt_lupin]

Well, whatever it was, the parcel's been picked up. I didn't recognize the young woman who came in for it -- she's not one of our regulars. She certainly gave every indication of being someone's muggleborn servant out on errands. I tried to persuade her to stay for a moment for a cuppa in the back room, with the other muggleborns, but she shook her head and said she didn't have time.

She didn't look well. Too thin, too pale, and there was the remains of a bruise on her cheek. It's possible it was blood-replenishing potion for anaemia, from the look of her.

Comments

[alt_nymphadora]

I'm glad we were able to help.

I hate it that we had to worry about agreeing to do something like this. It's a crime that simply being neighbourly seems risky these days.

I'm on my way home, by the way. Have the marketing, saw Mr Childs about the beer. Was there something else I said I'd do?

[alt_lupin]

Nappies. You were going to pick up some of the next size up, to see if that keeps her from overflowing all the time.

[alt_sirius]

And here you said you'd never write about that sort of thing.

[alt_nymphadora]

Got them. Anyone want to help me unpack these things into the cupboards?

Also. Why don't we stock nappies? It would be so much more convenient, and it seems babies won't be going out of fashion any time soon.

[alt_sirius]

So, now, on a more sober note:

I can imagine MLE battering one of their own to make her look authentic but - well, it's a lot of trouble to go to to catch one alleged muggleborn-friendly shopkeep. In which case, I suppose perhaps Dora's right and this really is a sign that we're becoming a trusted resource for the district.

Still, probably best to keep an eye out for Ministry-types sniffing about.