Cursing his lack of prior planning, Mason was running behind as usual. He'd gotten caught up at the Potts' shop, chatting with his former students about their massive greenhouse and even going so far as to get a tour. He was due back at the school for the New Year's feast later this evening and thankful he would not be in town itself for the festivities later as well, he would hate to earn the Headmaster's ire for disrupting the schedule.

With his seeds tucked safely away in his inside pockets, Mason moved through the bustling street, bundled up against the chill in the air. He had one more stop to make at the apothecary, but was waylaid by the set up for tonight. Mason ducked around a stand being set up and was nearly run over by a cart backing up, just in time for it to take out the lass with her little set up of knitted items, dumping everything unceremoniously onto the slushy mess of the street.

Though he was in a bit of a pinch, in a hurry, Mason was not the kind to simply ignore it and keep going. Certainly the headmaster would understand? Well, he best be quick about it. "Are you alright?" He offered a hand to help her up, looking at her scattered goods as his next target.