It was a dark muggy day with on and off storms making the pavement outside wet. Rain bounced off the awnings above the front door with a soft pitter patter. The sound of rain hitting the greenhouse attached to the back of the building filled the apothecary with calming sounds of rain. Dried ferns wrapped in twine hung from the ceiling, being prepared for later use in various lotions, soaps, and many other things the couple made. Guest and Neville had opened the shop together a couple of years together, and now it would only be a few weeks until Neville would take up his position as an auror. Leaving Guest to take care of the building alone. Guest didn’t mind. It was calming preparing the different products and tending to the magical garden in the back. It was quite often that muggles discovered the apothecary and become amazed at the results everything the two made, making the apothecary a popular place to visit for tourists or people who had seen reviews on a site called ‘TikTok.’

“Guest.”

Neville pushed the doors open that lead to the back of the store, peeling his work gloves off and smiling at Guest. His hair nearly hid his eyes in soft dark swoops. Guest made a mental note that he needed a haircut.

“Hmm?”

Guest purred, turning their head to look at him. His jumper hung around his waist, his jeans adorned in Guest’s stitching fixing small rips. He had a bit of dirt on his jumper and jeans, but it was nothing of concern.