Summer isn't great for everyone, you know.

Lucien didn't want to be at work right then. He preferred to work at night, when he could avoid dealing with customers. As a bonus, it freed up most of his days for training in all that he'd missed over the years. Needless to say, he was annoyed. The manager working on the schedule had clearly not listened to his requests or admissions of concern. But with the students out of Hogwarts and Summer weather drawing people out, they seemed to think that those students would stop in at an apothecary of all places.

He rolled his eyes as his own frustration, turning back to the task at hand. Perhaps if he finished up early, they'd let him go home. Home, though no longer a fluid concept, was still a complicated one. But it was better than what he had been used to, so he couldn't complain.

Completely unaware of the people around him, Lucien zeroed in on the boxes he was meant to stack into a display. He thought it was a bit stupid, but it had to be done.

He, of course, was not expecting to be interrupted. Otherwise he wouldn't have knocked over the entire display when her voice reached him.

This was the last place Freyja wanted to have to go to. She had never really been a huge fan of Slugs and Jigger's, not for any particular reason other than she found it boring in there, but she had been asked to get some supplies by her father for.. whatever it was he was working on. She wondered if they were even for him since she'd never really seen him as the type to experiment with potions much.

He could have been trying to impress her mother for whatever reason.

Freyja didn't think it was an out of this world conclusion as her father was always trying to impress her mother as though they were still only dating and not married for as long as they were, and because of that reason she found herself entering the apothecary. She took a moment after entering to allow her eyes to adjust to the light dimming and she went about looking for what she'd been asked for.

When she realized she'd been wandering around the shop longer than she'd expected to while looking for the last thing on her list, Freyja sighed and decided that she was probably better off asking for help rather than continue wandering aimlessly. So, she searched for someone to help her, ending up not far from a boy who was stacking boxes. Tilting her head to the side Freyja walked over to him. "Excuse me, can yo-"

She stopped and took a step back when the boxes started tumbling down to the floor. "Oh um, sorry! My bad, I didn't think I'd scare you." She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips as she bent down to pick up one of the boxes.

Gaping down at the boxes, Lucien felt his frustration rumble up in his chest. But the voice behind him belonged to a customer. He had to cool off. His frustration rarely manifested itself as anything at all, but he knew that this could not be an exception.

So Lucien turned, blinking at the redhead standing behind him. He frowned slightly when she laughed, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he just shook his head. "I wasn't paying attention. That's my fault."

She picked up a box and he reached out, stopping himself about halfway to it. Better to let her just set it down herself than risk offending or touching her. "You don't need to- I mean, I'll fix it. Did you need something, miss?"

Freyja blinked at him, her head tilted to the side. He seemed upset, which was to be expected when his entire display had just collapsed. Maybe she shouldn't have allowed that laugh to escape, did he think she was laughing at him? She put her hand over mouth gently to cover a gasp at the realization once she had set the box in her hand down.

Should she say something about it, or would that make him even more upset. Freyja purses her lips in thought, until he asked if she needed something. Oh, the entire reason she was there. Right.

"Um, yes, actually. I need-" she stopped herself. "What.. did I need again?" She asked herself out loud. Figures she would forget, especially after the jolt she just got. Oh right! The list- Freyja looked around, noticing her list wasn't in her hand anymore. Oh, great. "Oh no, I lost the list too. Damn it." She groaned, and looked at the boy again. "Sorry." She clapped her hands together and hung her head, "I forgot what it was."

Now she felt really bad. "I ruined your display for no reason," she half pouted. "But let me help you clean it up, since my list is probably in there too."

Now she could make up for it, and he couldn't say no because she was looking for something that was hers.