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can you make me a potion? My local apothecary has banned me for repeated counts of public indecency and that one incident where a squirrel wanted help with entering the store and apparently I was overstepping the rules. Rude if you ask me. Apothecaries used to be such welcoming spaces, but ever since Penicillin started becoming more popular, these doctors and men of medicine preen like pack leaders but in reality they are naught but de-clawed kittens. If you can recommend an establishment which does not judge a person for their expression, a coin or two may lie in your near future. Cat friendly is preferred. I purchase only the finest and highest-quality potions. Price is not a concern; we all fear the plague equally and are in turn equally prone to purchasing its remedies