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Draco's been around, keeping a low profile to avoid Blodwen as much as possible. Certainly not taking any chances with his Animagus form for the time being. He hoped his ruddier skin, white-blond hair, and Persian styled wizard robes would be enough to hide him some. The dagger was sheathed, and stuck in his mint colored sash, along with his purse, and a bag with potion ingredients. He was seeing about transfiguring some of the Bar's silverware into more daggers or other possible weapons in a booth toward the Back Door, out of sight of most of the Bar. Though he still had a fair view for observing as well.

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"It's summer, so I don't have school for another couple of months. I can come in whenever." She shrugs.

"Ah, excellent." Draco beamed at her.

"Did you have any questions for me now?"

Wednesday tilts her head from side to side, as though she's trying to decide whether to ask something or not.

Finally, "What were the roses for? They weren't on any of the potion lists."

Draco cleared his throat some, "Uh, well, the bouquet seemed incomplete without them. Did you like them?"

"The thorns were nice." She finally looks over at him, but still no trace of a smile.

Well... that made some sense he supposed.

"Oh, well, good then."

"I Still have them." Because, of course, thorns last longer than flowers.

Draco brightened a little at that, but maintained his composure.

"I see. That's good. Suppose they look nice then." Weird, weird girl.

She nods again. "They're sharp, too. Will I need to bring anything?"

Draco thought for a moment, "Possibly. I do have a cauldron, but any chance you have your own? There'll be places set up to heat them. An apron could be handy as well." They used some basic safety charms to keep from hurting themselves some even though witches and wizards were generally sturdier than muggles due to their magic.

"Other than that, I don't think so. You're welcome to bring some ingredients of your own, like spider venom or such. I heard you can milk the larger ones, like snakes."

"I can get one from Grandmamma." She tilts her head, thinking. "I'll have to see what else she has. I haven't raided her cupboards in a long time."

"Good, that would work I'm sure. And yes, she sounds like she knew her potions I would imagine?"

"Potions, spells, dinner." Wednesday shrugs slightly again. "Pretty much the same, yes."

Draco chuckled a little, "Well hopefully she's not the dotty sort to mix up all three?"

"A lot of the same ingredients are used in all of them." She finishes her lemonade.

Draco blinked at that.

"...I'll make sure to bring something if you ever were to invite me over then." Since he certainly wasn't going to take his chances in that case. Grandmother sounded absolutely barmy.

Draco has no idea.

"It would be polite." Whether she means for her to invite him, or for him to bring something is up to him to decide.

Draco simply nodded at that. Though, hey she didn't say no to the idea so that was promising.

"I'll try to remember to bring those things next time." She slides off her barstool.

"See you then?"

Draco nodded, "Of course. I look forward to it. Pleasent evening, Miss Wednesday."

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