"And I like you living," Alice shot back jokingly. Madeline brewing the potion reassured her that Cameron wouldn't die of poisoning, but he ran the risk of his cold worsening into pneumonia. A few kids had succumbed to it in the village over the years, Declan had nearly passed from it too. A little precaution went a long way when it came to ones health.

Alice exchanged her few sickles and knuts for the potion ingredients and held the parcel to her chest. "I might have enough for a plate of bisquits, too." They certainly would have enough if they combined their funds, of that she was sure. "You'll have to lead the way. It's been ages since I've been to London." They normally did their school shopping in Hogsmeade, or, if they could, in Dublin. The tiny magical community there had the basics.