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Eternelle's Elixir of Refreshment
Carkitt Market Vendor

Eternelle


Eternelle's Elixir of Refreshment is a food cart located in Carkitt Market, within the wizarding quarter of London. The cart sells a variety of beverages that consists of various potions mixed with gillywater, creating a combination that allows the drinker to "experience a delightful flavour surprise". Known potions used by Eternelle's include the Draught of Peace, Babbling Beverage, Elixir to Induce Euphoria, and Fire Protection Potion.

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Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

Kila's been a regular since she arrived in Britain. It's a cozy little place, not shady enough to make her look twice. The line can get damn long, much to everyone's dismay, but the owners had mastered conjuration of chairs for these moments. She tilts her stool to quiver on one leg, her center of balance evenly split so she doesn't spill herself all over the floor like someone's drink.

Message Me ~ 09:31, October 13, 2017 (UTC)


JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - British National Quidditch Team Beater

- “She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes,”
Message Me  - 14:53, October 13, 2017 (UTC)

She's currently in line - a line that is currently longer than she'd typically like - but she's just headed home after her interview, and knowing she was hired right off the bat has her in an unquestionably good mood. Thus, the line doesn't really affect her much - and it's not like the employees here move at a slow pace. She's currently distracted by her phone, too, going through Witchagram and liking certain pictures recently posted.



Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

The redhead hasn't had the liberty to explore Britain's newest development yet, but she's had a generous share of glimpses. She knows enough to veer away from it from now. Supposedly, social media is more addicting than any drug known. She already has "unhealthy attachment to addictive substance" covered by alcohol and Lucien. She twists her head over to the left to make a visual sweep of the other patrons. One of them chooses to empty their extra drink into her lap in that exact moment. Her mouth is spilling choice words in Greek before she even feels the cold slip through her pants. "The hell! Να είστε πιο προσεκτικοί, ανόητοι!"

Message Me ~ 19:41, October 19, 2017 (UTC)
JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - British National Quidditch Team Beater

- “She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes,”
Message Me  - 19:51, October 19, 2017 (UTC)

Malia's so surprised by the sudden Greek that her head snaps up so fast she's briefly afraid she hurt something - because wow, did that aggravate her already existing neck aches. She winces slightly, a hand instinctively going to rub her neck. She half considers stepping in, but she isn't going to jump out of the line - she's thirsty, and wants to get back to her family. And it's fucking long. Way too long to do all over.



Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

Kila is slapping herself mentally after she's hauled off the stool and tossed like a ragdoll against another one. The protective runes and magic on her day clothes take the edge off most attacks, but they work a lot like bulletproof vests - they don't guarantee against bruising, aching, and minor bone breaks. Pain gives numb suggestions to the left of her spine; she feels the skin above her left eye split and trickle blood. Sometimes, she didn't like this job. In a moment, she's up and driving the same stool into her attacker. Given their pass on taking her out before she could act, they didn't expect her to recover so quickly. She's correct. Two stool legs are shoved clean through between the f-cker's ribs and out the other side. Their mistake for rushing forward to meet her. It's a repulsive sight for anyone not used to violence. There's something impossibly wrong with the image of an impaled person. "Λάθος χώρα," she snarls, stepping back. Customers have already scattered, sans a few thirsty as hell people who look absolutely done with the short-lived scuffle. She removes her phone from her pocket and dials unassumingly as her assailant twitches on the ground. "Hello?" Her voice shakes only with a pleasant tone. "You didn't tell me this one was released on probation. I've got half a crowd of people freaked out because he attacked me. In broad, f-cking, daylight. No, he's alive. I just stuck him, and he'll need medical attention, stat."

Message Me ~ 10:57, October 20, 2017 (UTC)
JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - British National Quidditch Team Beater

- “She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes,”
Message Me  - 19:18, October 20, 2017 (UTC)

Is she shook by the recent happenings? Yes, she is. Her heart did a small jolt at the start of it all, briefly believing this was another of the terrorist attacks, but the assailants seemed to be focused on just the redhead. So Malia doesn't really consider leaving, because in a flash, the line has died out thanks to easily ninety percent of the people ahead of her fleeing in terror. Though still taken aback, Malia slowly approaches the cashier, eying the redhead briefly. She wonders if she's on the Wanted List or something, and resolves to ask Lena later on about that. For now, though, she's able to order a smoothie with the employee. Wait, is he even paying attention? Her brow furrows and she sports a scowl, glaring at the employee until he scampers to get her order done. He'd been staring stupidly at the clearly roughed up girl, but really, the Gryffindor Alumna was fucking thirsty, officially annoyed, and lowkey still shook about the recent happenings. When the guy seems to be getting a nonstop move on, Malia turns, leaning on the counter and staring at the girl in the otherwise deserted area. A lot of people had scurried off as a consequence of the brief fight. "είσαι καλά?" Malia quirks an eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest. Her wand is in her boot, but it pokes out, and she knows she has easy access if this girl does happen to be dangerous and the brunette needs to defend herself, so really, she's not too worried. She's a Gryffindor at heart. She can handle anything.



Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

"Ναί," Kila responds, her attention now placed on the other woman. It does surprise her that someone from around these parts speaks Greek, but she's too pumped with adrenaline to give a proper reaction. Once her phone's safely back inside her jacket, she withdraws another object - her ID - and holds it up in a placating manner. "Είναι μέρος της δουλειάς. Auror." She pokes the prone man on the floor scornfully with her toe. The sight marks high in strangeness. Kila is tiny for her job description. Next to an unconscious person, she's bizarrely intimidating. "Λάθος χώρα," she repeats, obviously hung up over it. "Αυτός ο κακοποιός ανήκει στη Γαλλία. Λυπάμαι που έπρεπε να το δείτε."

Message Me ~ 14:59, October 22, 2017 (UTC)
JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - British National Quidditch Team Beater

- “She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes,”
Message Me  - 19:47, October 25, 2017 (UTC)

She feels a little bit more comfortable knowing that she's authorized to be doing this, and feels some tension leave her muscles. She rolls her shoulders back, tilting her head slightly as she watches the redhead poke the unconscious figure around. "Ένας Γάλλος που μιλά ελληνικά; Πόσο περίεργο," Malia doesn't sound intrigued, doesn't look interested, doesn't even seem remotely intimidated; if anything, she just looks amused. "Λοιπόν, τουλάχιστον η γραμμή είναι σύντομη τώρα. Υποθέτω ότι πρέπει να σας ευχαριστήσω," The brunette adds, nodding her head towards the now empty line.



Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

"Είμαι Έλληνας. Μετανάστευση.." She's crouched over the man now, wand out, and mumbling the necessary spells so he doesn't die before help arrives. The wand doesn't look that significant, not of Ollivander make, but there's some inscription in plain sight right above the grip: Σ. Her nose is wrinkled in distaste as she maintains his condition. "Μη με ευχαριστείς. Είμαι σε διακοπές," she grumbles, straightening to chortle at the line. "Οι τρομοκρατικές επιθέσεις τους έκαναν παρανοϊκές?" Though clearly unbothered by the consequences of the scuffle, she tucks a few glinting strands behind her ear and licks her lips. Who hadn't heard of them? The hottest topic since, well, ever.

Message Me ~ 05:58, October 26, 2017 (UTC)
JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - British National Quidditch Team Beater

- “She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes,”
Message Me  - 18:10, October 26, 2017 (UTC)

She hears Kila loud and clear, but she isn't actually paying any attention. She would've, if not for her sole attention on the redhead's wand. It's not from Ollivander's making, she knows that, but the Σ is the exact same thing engraved in the little chest that was once her father's. She's then pulled into a wave of memories, of when they were all alive. She may have been too young to properly remember, but she'd never forget the sound of her parents' laugh. The sight of her siblings' smiles. The last time they were all together, before shit had hit the fan. She has to shake herself out of her stupor, and musters a genuinely apologetic smile. "συγνώμη. Είναι μόνο το Σ, αυτό ... μου θύμισε κάτι," Malia pauses. It's a little bit until she realizes-- Kila had said something else. "Ναι, οι επιθέσεις έχουν προκαλέσει μαζική υστερία και παράνοια, όπως βλέπεις."