Saturday the 28th of January
12:17PM
Farmers Market
Diagon Alley

It had taken him awhile...currently her awhile. Still on the french disguises of polyjuice, he had gathered a fair few hairs while in his old job, but nothing he had done then compared to now, this was much bigger, he had been making good money off his store so far, mostly due to high prices but the quality and being sort of easier to access then other black market, made it more appealing and less dodgy sounding to some people.

But nothing would compare to this, why keep on making good money but trickling in, when you could market big and make great money in a go, live comfortably rest of your life, take that holiday to Wales you always wanted to do. If only to laugh at how bad it was compared to glorious Ireland. He'd already been to Scotland, it wasn't as good, he went to England, definitely not as good as Ireland, Northen Ireland? Amazing, nowhere could compare. Other then Ireland.

The score today though, was to advertise infront of a large audience his new service to the magical world. In his service to society he had started a 'mail' order system. Using dead drops and the same coin system as Dumbledore's army did, he was set, well almost the same, he may of had around 50, all on his wall to tell him what was needed and when, as of course he didn't want all the coins to display messages at the same time.

To advertise, his genius plan, the farmers market. Lots of people wandering around and buying whatever you do at a farmers market, alcohol? Fresh fruit? Gillyweed? It mattered not to him, he set up a stall early morning in a different face, and now it was busy, it was time to make the stall appear and to advertise to the world. The stall was fairly simplistic, easily assembled with magic and a few planks of wood. No sign stood on it but there were a few small vials of happiness inducing potions. And a flier, 50 of them, all with a galleon ontop, all the galleons are slightly off, too dull for a real one and would never pass by a goblin without them screaming about defilement and what putrid craftsmanship it is, but it is enough.



Now Lochlainn had to make his...her move. The stall appeared and they went over, make it so people know others are viewing it, if someone views a stall, more will come eventually. Although they did have to make a move before the polyjuice wore off, but they had time to appreciate their masterwork. Who would suspect that the petite french woman standing there would really be a model looking man in his early 20's that sells potions to dodgy people then gives away more then he earned in drinks during a steak dinner?

More importantly, their advertising was up, and the real work was soon to begin, a good knut could be made off Wolfsbane, especially with the week to come.