Fallon was gradually becoming accustomed to doing her shopping in Hogsmeade. The small town's main strip of stores didn't hold a candle to the likes of Diagon Alley, but if this was where she was to eventually live she would have to make some sacrifices. (At least, it was where she presumed she and Jesse would eventually wind up, seeing as he had more tethers to Hogsmeade than she to London.) There was also the added bonus of seeing her younger brothers on occasion, which, after nearly forgetting their existence, she continued to feel a tad guilty about.

Her field kit needed replenishing (a perpetual need, really) which was to be her first stop of the morning. From there, she intended to visit the book shop to pick up a crime novel Jesse mentioned. Then, if she had time before returning to his and Kirke's home (not through the front door, of course), she would pick up some treats from the bakery to share. The treats wouldn't be as good as Malou's, but seeing as how her roommate was working that morning Fallon couldn't expect her to be baking as well.

All her plans vanished from her head within seconds of walking into the apothecary. She greeted one of the employees, a waif of a girl who looked as though she ought to still be in school, with a polite smile before her eyes locked onto the back of the man she knew all too well.

Lachlan.

She debated fleeing, abandoning him once more to his devices, but she instead found herself propelled forward to the counter. Dragon scales, the main ingredient she had come for today, were too valuable to leave where a thief would have easy access, she supposed. They were side by side at the counter, perhaps three feet between them, when Fallon dared to glance towards him. "Hello, Mr. MacFusty," she greeted politely. He was going to bolt, she knew it. He would also be right to bolt after what she'd done.