Elias would always wonder and question how he always managed to get into this tedious situation. Once he started his own business, he had promised himself that he wouldn't bother with his father's family business ever again. It was why he moved away from his father and never let the man know where he lived or worked. It was why he hyphanated his last name. It was why he focused more on tinkering with his muggle products over his doing anything in the magical world. So why on earth was he now apparating from one Redgrave Apothecary to another all around the UK? Wherever he couldn't apparate to, he ended up flooing to that location. This was the job left to his brother, Ezra, his father's golden son. Yet here he was, doing the man's job.
"All because I tricked him into a date? It was just a joke. And she wasn't bad looking. Just...frustratingly annoying." Elias griped to himself as he walked through the alleyway toward the next Apothecary.
It was true, Elias had left his younger brother to take on a date that was...less Elias' type and was even less Ezra's type. She was a spunky, happy-go-lucky girl who wouldn't shut up long enough for either brother to get their thoughts together. On this rare double date that the brothers had strangely conducted on one of their rare moments of not wanting to kill each other, they had met up with two sisters who would be their dates for that night. Needless to say, Elias left with the less active sister, who was originally Ezra's date, and left the more energetic one to Ezra. It was a hilarious turn of events for Elias...until his younger brother tricked him the following fortnight with a potion that Elias drank in a glass of whiskey. Elias would admit that he was ashamed that he didn't detect the potion. His whiskey did taste off, but he had paid it no attention as he has just wanted to get his buzz going before heading out to Sanctuary that night. Unfortunately for Elias, his brother drugged him with a potion that was similar to Veritaserum but as far nastier as it would have the inhibiter speak their most embarrassing truths to anyone within earshot no matter if they asked a question or not. Elias was not stepping a foot outside of that house without an antidote; one that would cost him two months worth of checking on their family's businesses all throughout Europe which was usually a two day trip. That was two days Elias wouldn't be able to mess around with his products and two days he wouldn't be able to contact his Muggle partners about the growth of their own companies. Not contacting them would put him behind schedule and could ultimately back him up in paperwork as well. And like most people who work, Elias hated paperwork.
The dark-haired man sighed as he stepped through the doors of the Apothecary. This particular branch was in an obscure location that anyone would miss if they didn't know what to look for. This was one of the rare ingredient shops that had some of the more illegal specimans that were harder to come by. Basalisk eggs and fangs, Basalisk venom, Aracmantula venmon and hair, certain dragon parts, Unicorn horn - which was the hardest to come by as one had to be pure of heart - anything one could think of that was rare and illegal, this location would have it. There was a sister and brother branch in France and Ireland respectfully that were just as equally obsure and hard to find. Thankfully, there were only three that the Redgrave family managed to create. Each Redgrave Apothecary store knew what day it was. It didn't matter if they were the illegal stores or the regular ones that students and other Potioneers alike shopped at. They were given an owl as a heads up whenever the rounds were to be made. So it always baffled Elias when the less busy Apothecaries ended up being the ones that took the longest to get the bi-monthly funds and productivity charts from. Looking at the middle-aged man behind the counter, Elias rubbed at his eyes in exasperation. "You knew today was coming. You were sent an owl a week prior to today to prepare you for this moment. Why do you not have the information that I need? It isn't hard, Benjamin. You bring me the books, I take the books and hand you over a new set, you take the new books, and we both go our merry way. Why is it every time I or my brother come in here you make life so difficult?"
Elias wasn't patient with this particular man. For years the family had dealt with this man and his half assed running of this shop. From what Elias knew, Ezra always asked their father why this old man wasn't fired from the job. They would never get an answer. Instead, they just dealt with the stammering old man who ran to the back of the shop after Elias' tirade. Maybe the man thought Elias was part of Ezra's ilk. Well, if the man thought that, he wasn't going to correct the man. If it garnered him respect, it was for the best. It mattered not, however, as Elias would still have to wait for the man to get his shit together and bring the older Redgrave brother the books he had come to pick up. While he waited, he decided he would check out some of the products that were being sold within this hole in the wall Apothecary. He never realized how disgusting some of these ingredients were or how some of the items procured required inhumane methods to acquire from the hosts. He was so engrossed in looking at the items that if someone were to enter the store, he wouldn't realize it until it was too late.