"Three left!" Eugene hollered when somebody asked how many there were. "Got one," He raised the case in his hand. "Two's there," Oh! The young blonde had caught him. Excellent.

Unfortunately its sibling had just caused a huge display of cauldrons outside the apothecary to come crashing down. Some rolling away, others upended and a lone niffler holding onto a tiny silver cauldron, trying to nick off with it. Eugene flicked his wand its way, a summoning charm- and into the cage it went!

"One more left, it's a greyish color!" He turned to collect the third from the blonde.