#32994 by Viola York
Viola always enjoyed indulging into new advancements and endeavours regarding the healing arts. She hadn't seen much development as of late, but after hearing word about a fellow potion connoisseur, she had to jump at the chance to find out as much as she could about this witch - and any discoveries she had made. Of course, Viola wasn't particularly a people person; in fact, she much rather keep her distance with many, but simply having an interest in such arts did tend to make it easier in catching Viola's attention.
Now that she was trying to build an upstanding reputation, Viola made a promise to herself not to be mean or grating. Well, not too mean or grating. A little bit of goading tended to get more answers. That's what she learnt from Kit Harper, at least. He was perhaps too far with his irritating methods.
Regardless, Viola seated herself down in Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop; she quite enjoyed this place, and it felt nostalgic after so many years having not visited. She found a quiet corner to sit in, waiting for the woman to arrive, a cup of Dragon's Breathe Chai already being lifted to her lips and sipped. Upon entry of Winter, Viola stood politely, letting the other know where she was seated. She gave a cordial smile, reaching out to shake her hand as she introduced herself.
"Viola York, Practical Potioneer. Tea?" She asked. So far, so good.