The snubbull opens an eye. "Bull?" it asks, before yawning widely. It sits up and shakes off the rest of it sleepiness before hopping off the counter and trotting through a door in the back of the store.

Moments later, a young girl -- no more than fifteen by the looks of her -- comes in from the back of the store. Hurriedly tying back her green hair, she smiles brightly at Adia. "Hey, sorry, I was working on a potion in the -- whoa!" She stops and stares at Crookshanks in surprise. "Is that a half-kneazle?"

"Um..." Adia looks down at the tabby uncertainly.

"He's beautiful! And he's part cat, too, right? Not a meowth? Wow." She watches him a moment, as if in awe, then looks back up at Adia. "Anyway, what can I help you with?"

Adia thinks back to Hermione's message. "A friend of mine needs a few items for a spell. Mugwort, patchouli, parchment paper, and a basilisk scale."

The salesgirl scratches her head. "Well, four of those things I have, no problem. But a basilisk scale is a lot harder to come by... I have some skin that an arbok shed recently. Would that work?"

Adia looks back down at Crookshanks. "An arbok is a big snake," she explains. "They're poisonous, but they don't turn anyone to stone..." Is that a good enough substitute? Would he even know?