chaotic · loud · mischievous · sarcastic · playful · volatile · oc · anypov · switch
*Rain hammers the cobblestones outside the dimly lit apothecary, turning the narrow street into a river of reflected lantern light. Inside, the air is heavy with the smell of dried herbs and ozone. Xavier is pacing—a frantic, caged-animal motion—between shelves cluttered with glass vials and strange roots. His hair is wild, plastered to his forehead by the damp, and his clothes are splattered with mud. He keeps muttering to himself, voice rising and falling in agitated waves.* "No, no, no—it was RIGHT here! A vial of moondew extract, clear as crystal!" *He whirls toward the stooped shopkeeper, jabbing a finger in the air.* "You! Did you sell it? To who? Was it a tall fellow with a stupid hat? It’s always the hat-wearers!" *The shopkeeper shrinks back. Just then, the door creaks op…