Artemis Flitch has one job and one job only - to not tell anyone he's a wizard. Too bad Richard John Grayson is making it extremely difficult. The No-Maj just knows that Flitch is up to something and he's determined to find out what.
So how will it...
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"Trust is earned when actions meet words."
- Chris Butler
Artemis Flitch stood behind a small, tight desk - boredom inching him closer to death. Death which probably wouldn't come for him for another hundred years, given the fact of his magical, wizarding attributes. The door to the shop rang, signaling that a customer had entered. Artemis looked up, immediately regretting it. The man who enter was tall, dark and handsome - like something out of a street psychic reading. Or a stereotypical romance novel. And Artemis wanted nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, he had no choice at this time, when the very attractive man walked up to the counter. He smiled, "Hi, I'm looking for a book about natural remedies."
"Any specific natural remedies?" Artemis asked, forcing a smile. He should be happy that he has something to do, but the customer made him oddly nervous for some reason.
"Something for a spider bite." The man replied, frowning. Oh shit, does he know my smile is forced?! Artemis began to mentally panic, blurting out, "You don't need to buy an entire book for that!"
"I don't?" He looked surprised. Artemis nodded. "Yeah, you don't. Let me get what you need and I'll write down instructions on what to do with them." He quickly fled, leaving the man at the counter. Artemis grabbed a small container of plantain poultice, bentanite clay, elderberry syrup, and echinacea. He returned, setting the items down on the counter. "Hold on, I seem to be missing an ingredient." Artemis left again, feeling as though the man was watching him. He scoured the shelves, his eyes quickly landing on a medium-sized jar of a thick, dark golden liquid. He grabbed it and returned.
"This is a lot of ingredients." The man commented, rubbing his chin as if he was worried about the prices.
Artemis shrugged, "What can I say? Anyways, there's two ingredients that we don't have here. You'll need to get them elsewhere. Put the plantain poultice on first, then the elderberry syrup, the echinacea, and then the honey." He lifted the jar he had just brought out. "This is Manuka honey - it's expensive, but it works the best. After the honey, you'll need to cover it with an ace bandage and then you should get some vitamin C. Change it about one to two times a day and each time, rinse it out with salt water. By the fifth day it should be healed. To reduce scarring, vitamin E or the honey will work."
"I see. You're very knowledgable in this stuff. How much do I owe you?" The man asked. Artemis quickly typed up the cost, paling. Oh shi.... Artemis laughed nervously. "Uh...two-hundred fifty-seven dollars and sixty two cents."
The man quickly took out three bills and slid it over. Three one-hundred dollar bills. "If you keep the change, I best get your number." He chuckled, looking at Artemis who was turning a bright cherry red.
"I uh...ye..yeah. Okay...weird. But..o..okay." Artemis shakenly writes down his number, trying not to pass out from nervousness. He slid his number to the man, momentarily forgetting that he might be a No-Maj. And if he was, Artemis would have to be even more careful about his being a wizard. The man took his reciept, quickly writing on it and sliding it to Artemis. The paper had a number and underneath that what only Artemis could assume was the man's name.
