Severus collapsed into the nearest armchair, weary in body and soul.
Owning the apothecary had not turned out to be quite the idyll he’d imagined. Retail hours were long, customers were almost invariably either stupid or rude (often both) and good help was nonexistent. At day’s end, his feet ached from hours spent standing and his head ached from attending to idiots.
Still, no aggravation could erase the fact that he now answered not to one manipulative master or another, but only to himself.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Severus settled back into his chair and kicked off his shoes.
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Owning the apothecary had not turned out to be quite the idyll he’d imagined. Retail hours were long, customers were almost invariably either stupid or rude (often both) and good help was nonexistent. At day’s end, his feet ached from hours spent standing and his head ached from attending to idiots.
Still, no aggravation could erase the fact that he now answered not to one manipulative master or another, but only to himself.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Severus settled back into his chair and kicked off his shoes.