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Braces, or suspenders, were almost universally worn due to the high cut of men's trousers. Belts did not become common until the 1920s. — MJ
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October 3rd, 1895 - Diagon Alley Apothecary

His mother had practically dragged him from the annex after what was supposed to be breakfast time, but lukewarm tea and a couple pieces of toast did not qualify in her opinion. And she had opinions, plenty of them and today's was that he not only needed to get out of the annex, but the house as well. It was hard to argue with her so after eating something better and washing up, Min had trekked to Diagon Alley in search of some ingredients for the preservation potions he was working on perfecting for his newest hobby; taxidermy. It was difficult, but he'd never met a puzzle he wasn't excited to figure out, so he was working through it.

The dank dark of the apothecary didn't really bother him much, nor did the smell, so he meandered right in without a second thought. There were a lot of techniques he was still looking to master, but he was also looking to put his own twist on some things he thought he might, with enough play, be able to improve. Min was no so bold as to think he could do it better but there was no harm in experimenting. Magical creature were different too, often imbued with their own magic that had to be worked around when preserving them. It was an interesting challenge he was happy to puzzle through.

He had a little handful of ingredients, a mix of dried herbs, liquids and other oddities (beetle wings) in his hands, when a cat went streaking between his feet, startling him. He stumbled backwards into the shelf nearby, causing a few things to go spilling off the shelf. The next thing he knew he was engulfed in a little puff of purple smoke that smelled suspiciously like rotting fruit and he coughed once it his his lungs, trying to cover it in his elbow only caused him to juggle the things in his arms precariously and that's when his foot caught some of the spilled liquid on the floor sending him crashing to the floor in a puddle of ingredients, questionable fluids and one broken vial. He swore under his breath in Korean, wondering just how much damage he'd done and now much he was going to wind up spending on fixing his mistake today. As he sat in the mess for a moment, he realized someone was watching him and the heat flooded his cheeks immediately. "Not my best work." He stammered out, one hand going to the back of his head before he realized it was covered in solution so he thought better of it.




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The dank shop was not Everett's typical locale - he did stop in such places now and again, but rarely when it was above board as today was. No, today he was here to observe and get a feel for the place. His client had mentioned a few things and so here he was.

He was taking his time eyeing a few jars when a man passing by in the aisle made quite the scene. Everett stopped moving and watched him, when the man addressed him Everett leaned against a counter to converse. "No?" He quirked a quizzical eyebrow up at him. "I take it you are quite skilled at such things?"

After a pause he pushed off the counter and crouched down. His eyes took in the details of each product the man had collected. He pulled out his wand and set the glass to floating to the outside of the puddle.


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"Making messes? Certainly. I'm not usually in the middle of it however." Half of Min's free time was spent making messes of some sort, especially given his newest hobby. Taxidermy was not for the squeamish and it was definitely a mess. None of his habits, gardening, lepidoptery, painting, were all that clean when he thought about it.

As the man removed the danger of the shattered glass, Min felt more comfortable standing up to take inventory of just how urgently he would need to go home (after paying for the mess of course, and getting new supplies). His robes were only slightly sodden, but the smell would not do. Straight home after this then. "I appreciate the help." He would have extended a hand, but that felt a little much, given the fact that he had spilled potion on his hands. Thankfully nothing felt weird yet.




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