Pharmacie du Moreau

Due to her skill in potions and her family's urgent need for gold, Jocelin Foirnier found herself, at the tender young age of fourteen, applying for a job at the apothecary on Rue Moulin in Paris. To her surprise, she got the job -- probably because she would accept a cheaper pay than the other applicants, but also because she'd somehow managed to impress the shopkeeper, Marcel, with her knowledge of potion ingredients.

Her encyclopaedic knowledge of the componenet parts of potions never really got put to very good use, however, as her main duties consisted of keeping the shop clean and stocked, and ringing up the occasional customer. It didn't matter to Jocelin, though -- she never minded being in the background -- and just being there, useful in her way, amongst the sights and smells of the shop, was enough to make her happy. The shop was a lot more pleasant than her home at present, even if she was just mopping floors and eavesdropping on Marcel's conversations in an effort to learn even more about the science of potion-making.

It was a humid summer's day, and Jocelin found herself sweeping the cobblestone sidewalk in front of the store -- not one of her favorite duties as she tended to tan quite easily, a fact that her mother often mocked her for, when she wasn't well. Which was now most of the time.

She stopped for a moment and leaned against her broom, wiping a small sheen of sweat from her brow. Not that she'd ever complain, but she did ardently wish that the regulation robes she had to wear as an employee of the shop weren't so thick, or dark-coloured. The thickness of the material was for their protection from potion spills, of course, and the darkness was to hide them, but the combination did not make sweeping the front approach a very desirable task. Jocelin pulled up her hood in an effort to block the sun, and resumed sweeping as she sang to herself under her breath to pass the time a little more pleasantly.

Madeline fanned her self as she walked down the street, she had just finished with her martial arts practice for the day and was out looking to pick some potion supplies for Sangreal and some projects of her own. She was thinking of even starting a tutoring club for any students at Beauxbatons, it was just an idea though she would have to run it by the headmistress and the other Professors.

As she walked up to the Apothecary she noticed a young employee sweeping outside, with her hood up she couldn't see her face but her frame looked quite young. She took sympathy on the girl, it was pretty hot out and she was standing out in the blazing sun in a rather thick robe. Merlin she must have been baking.

She smiled when she noted the girl had been humming she would hate to interrupt her but perhaps they could help each other out.

"Good day Miss" she said pleasantly as she walked closer to her.

Jocelin looked up from her sweeping, with an expression that suggested nothing short of amazement at being addressed. People generally acted not unkindly towards her, but rather as though she were invisible. She was very good at blending into the scenery.

"Thank you, ma'am! Yes, it is quite a beautiful day. Is there anything I can help you with?" Jocelin stopped sweeping and leaned on the broom with one arm, while smoothing out her robes with her free hand, self-consciously hoping that she didn't look as sweaty and gross as she felt.