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10. What shoe size are you? 12. What was your last dream about? & 53. Favorite foreign food?

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10. What shoe size are you?

41.5, which is apparently small but I am on the short end so I’m not surprised that reflects.

12. What was your last dream about?

Nothing out of the ordinary. I was at a gathering with some friends when there was a attack from the Death Eaters. The war may be over, but I’m still fearful of the Death Eaters rising again.

53. Favorite foreign food?

Anything that Dirk’s family makes for me!

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96. How did you get your name?

It was a chosen name, something I came up with when I was very young and it always just felt like myself. It’s close enough to the name that my mothers gave me that they both like it, too.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Probably more boring than anyone expected - beige. It’s a nice colour, okay?

100. Color of your room?

The walls are just white with a brown carpet, all the accents and decorations are shades of green, yellow and brown!

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Tilden | Rabastan | Sinistra | Autumn

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PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

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Going out alone had never been one of his favourite things in the world. Tilden was quiet, shy and a little awkward. Having somebody with him made things easier and more comfortable, but as he was leaving the radio station earlier in the day, a poster had caught his attention and he spent all afternoon contemplating it. There was a show for a singer he'd heard on the radio plenty of times, Tilden liked his music and wanted to meet the man behind the voice, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to go out on his own.

Ultimately, he decided he'd just go for a little bit. Getting a free ticket thanks to the radio station, it only made sense. Tilden was in the back of the bar alone with a drink, sitting quietly and watching as people piled into the bar to see the show. It was busier than he expected it would be, was this singer more popular than he realized? Usually he didn't pay much attention to what was playing on the radio, typically preferring muggle music. It wasn't long before the show started, and the moment the music started, Tilden was completely enraptured by the performance.

At some point Tilden had left his seat and ended up at the front of the crowd, enjoying himself more than he initially expected he would. Unfortunately it ended sooner than he expected, and he thought he might press his luck by trying to go back stage. The bouncer at the door stopped him, but after explaining he was with the radio station, he was let into the back where he'd found Alex. Not knowing what to say as he approached, feeling very out of his comfort zone, Tilden simply smiled at the other man, "Hey - uh, I enjoyed your show."

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dcrxsswxll​:​

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Dirk was fighting back a grin brought on by both pure humour and exasperation; he could practically feel Tilden’s eyes on him as be chopped, crushed and mixed the (mostly poisonous) ingredients into his small cauldron. He’d made sure to caveat his offer of spending an afternoon together with the phrase ‘but no comments about my potion-making thank you very much.’

“It’s a mixture of poisons, pretty much deadly to you and me, but to the digestion track of a centaur it’s a pretty sweet treat.” he chuckled, stirring the viscous, purple mixture a few times, “I’m taking it with me next time I going and see the herd I’m chummy with in Wales for the foals.” he paused and then (slyly) added, “So have you man’d up and asked Daisy on a date yet?”  

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Tilden's eyebrows furrowed at his explanation, but he didn't want to make any further comments. After offending the bartender at the Gala with his comment on wine, he certainly didn't want any of his words making it back to the centaurs. He was sure they could hold a grudge, and he didn't want to piss off an entire species. "Just be careful." He warned, knowing that if he touched his eyes or lips after handling these ingredients there was a chance of them harming him.

The sudden change in subject had his eyes growing wide and his face instantly heating up with blush. Tilden didn't understand why everybody was so concerned about what was going on between him and Daisy, she was his best friend and he didn't want to do anything to ruin that. There was absolutely no way that Daisy had the same feelings towards him as he did for her, and until he heard the word directly from her, he wasn't going to bring it up. "We go on dates all the time. Like, friend dates. The same way that you and I go to the cinema when new films come out." Tilden explained. He never really considered going to dinner with Daisy to be a date, but he supposed that was what it was. "We go out for dinner like three times a week."

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“Thanks baby,” Daisy answers, half showing off the bright red of her dress. It’s modeled after one Princess Diana wore, except the skirt ends just above Daisy’s knees instead of the ground. No use in hiding so much skin when you weren’t next in line to be the muggle Queen. She smacks his arm in a very gentle, playful manner. Her nails are a matching red. Everything matches. Even her lipstick. “I’m so glad you agree and all of that worrying clearly made it even better,” she scrunches her nose, long since learning not to be cowed by his salty humor. Rather, she tended to antagonize it, just to see how grumpy he could pretend to be before breaking into his normal unending kindness. 

“Yes,” she answers a little too quickly, sticking out her hand for him to take. He offered and she wasn’t about to let such an opportunity pass by. She held hands with Mary all the time anyway. Would she cling to the memory of this a little tighter? Absolutely, but that was her business. “I’m gonna put little labels on all the ‘snackable’ items in your shop. But they’ll be cute little skulls so it looks nice,” she makes sure they lace fingers -which is decidedly different than the casual hand cupping she does with Mary. 

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Tilden sighed, he couldn't disagree. Being made to wait absolutely made it just that much better to see her. Of course she always looked nice, but it wasn't her outfits that he was excited to see, he just wanted to see Daisy. "Maybe one of these days I won't wait." Tilden smirked for just a moment before a bit of laughter fell from him. Surely they both knew it was a lie, he'd do anything Daisy asked of him.

The speed in which Daisy answered sent a thrill through him, and he looked down to her outstretched hand before adjusting his box into one arm and holding on to her with his free hand. It felt as though their hands were meant to go together, like two pieces of a puzzle that matched perfectly. He wondered if she felt the same way, but he knew it wasn't likely. Friends don't feel this way about friends, Tilden had to remind himself of that rather frequently.

"That's a good idea." He agreed, looking over to her with a smile and a small nod, "I think it'd be good for the kids that come in, too. They're always curious about what's poisionus." He had a similar curiosity as a child, it was what lead him into this profession. His mothers used to bring him out into the woods around their home and point out everything that could hurt him. It was always so mystical, something that grew in naturally could physically harm him. "It's just up here," Tilden said, using their clasped hands to gesture towards Mr. Mulpepper's shop. "It won't be long, Mr. Mulpepper isn't a man of many words. I thought I was shy, but he usually only answers in a series of grunts. It's a little strange, but he's a nice man nonetheless."

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foragoodetimecall​:

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‘Soft. Soft. Soft.’ He’s losing his edge, the hardness he needs to do the job he was fated with. Who would protect those who could not defend themselves? Certainly the Ministry was doing as little as possible to protect muggles from lycans. They couldn’t even protect their own kind. “Alright,” he nods, hand dipping into his back pocket to pull out a wallet. Though it looks normal by any standard it is enchanted and it takes a minute of rummaging to pull out the rest of the coins. “My father got a new pet and I think I’m allergic to the fur,” another lie but conversations were sometimes better to force than to avoid, lest he seem more suspicious. “I’ll just move into the stable with the horse if I don’t get used to it. Probably smell better.” 

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Tilden watched Rory for a moment, his eyes focusing on what the other man's hands were doing. Realizing it was rude to stare, and it was likely putting unnecessary pressure on him to find the money faster, he quickly averted his eyes, letting them wander through the shop. He had become rather familiar with Rory lately, but he still had difficulty maintaining eye contact with anybody besides his closest friends. "Oh, pets are exciting! Shame you're allergic, though. My friend has an iguana, good thing about those is they don't have any fur, they're good pets for anybody." Tilden offered him another smile before scooping up the money from the counter, giving it a quick double count to ensure Rory had paid enough before putting it into the register.

"Can't imagine you'll sleep any better in a stable, though, that's no place for a person to sleep." He spun around and gave a quick glance over his potions before plucking one from its place. Turning back to face Rory, he put it down on the counter between them. "Take that and give it a go, on the house of course. It's for allergies, more of a general potion, but if it doesn't work I can make something more specific for your needs."

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hookumwrites​:

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Daisy frowns at her best friend, flicking black hair over her shoulder.  Her eyes roll before she breaks character and smiles at him. “I’m worth the wait,” her heels ‘click-clack’ against the pavement, punctuating her point, “besides Darling, you can’t rush fashion.” ‘Or me,’ but the last part could remain unspoken. For a very long time Daisy had always been the type to arrive a little late. However she was no stranger to closing out a party, or staying late at work to talk to a buyer. It was her philosophy that you were either a come in early and leave early type or a skid in by the skin of your teeth so you weren’t late-late but always leave late type. She was the latter. 

“You’re still going to feed me right,” she asks in response to his question, tucking her chin and smiling at him to look cute. “And keep me safe? Knockturn gives me the heebie-jeebies,” Pureblood or not, knockturn was far from Daisy’s prefered place to go. She didn’t like spooky things or people of questionable moral intent. She liked bright colors and dancing and her bonus check at the end of each quarter if she hit her sales goal. Daisy also wasn’t sure she liked the idea of walking too far in her shoes; she was with Tilden though and beauty was pain, her bedazzled red leather pumps would remain. 

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Tilden simply looked at her for a moment, likely longer than what was necessary. Daisy was absolutely worth the wait and he would wait until the end of time for her. But he couldn't say that out loud, not to his best friend. Instead he smiled and nodded. "You're right, your outfit looks very nice, and I'm certainly glad you had me worried sick while I waited for you to get dressed." He teased again. Somebody else might take his words the wrong way. Tilden knew his humor was a little dry and people didn't always understand it. But Daisy understood him in a way no one else did.

"Of course you're getting fed, I've been starving all day myself, I almost considered snacking on some baneberries before remembering theyre poisonous." He laughed, double checking that the shop door was indeed locked before turning in the direction of Knockturn. "And of course I'll keep you safe. Although Knockturn isn't to bad once you get to know the regulars." Tilden shrugged slightly, getting the box of potions situated in his arms. "Would it make you feel better if we held hands?" His words were a little shaky, hesitant. Friends held hands, right? It wasn't weird, was it? It would be a quick trip, his shop was located rather close to Knockturn Alley, and Mr. Mulpepper's was the third shop on the left. A quick in and out, hopefully Daisy wouldn't be too frightened.

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Where: Outside of Tilden's Apothecary Who: Tilden & @hookumwrites​

It has become a routine, a couple days a week Daisy would meet him for dinner after work. It was the highlight of his week, the only thing he really looked forward to doing. Although when he stepped outside and closed the door behind him, she was nowhere to be seen. He pouted slightly, hoping she was alright as he very slowly used his key to lock the door. A sigh of relief escaped him as he noticed her rounding the corner, heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. She looked absolutely beautiful today - as she did every day. But it had nothing to do with what she was wearing, her hair or even her makeup. Just her being herself was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"You're late." He teased as she approached. "I've actually got a quick errand to run, if you want to join me. Just have to run down to Knockturn to drop a few potions off to Mr. Mulpepper - apparently his potioneer quit recently and the poor old man is having troubles brewing the more complicated potions on his own."

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marlsmcks​:

“Watch your legs there.” Her arm jutted out of her robe slightly, downwards towards the pair of legs angled out from the barstool. “Some prat is just buzzing to trip of you and start a fight, I’d bet they are.” Marlene’s own body fell ungracefully to the next stool. “And you’re lucky its not me, because I’ve got a great crying face. Once got a new bartender here to gimme week of drinks free just so I wouldn’t make a big deal of it.” Her grin shifted, mischeivously. “Of course I was about twenty at the time, don’t know if would work now.” @t-toots​

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Her words caught him off guard, his legs? Tilden looked down, wondering if there was something wrong with his legs before his eyes followed where her arm was pointing to and noticed someone else’s legs sticking out into the aisle. "Oh, thanks." He mumbled softly, stopping his steps and choosing to simply sit down in the barstool in front of him. Usually he'd choose somewhere quieter but he wasn't looking to get into some sort of altercation by trying to pass by the person attempting to trip him. He listened to Marlene with a grin, recognizing her from school. She still seemed to be the same Marlene he'd remembered. "A whole week of free drinks? Wish I could get away with that." He chuckled, signaling for the bartender. "Well, since you saved my life, the least I can do is offer you a drink - what're you having?"

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The familiarity with which Tilden spoke to him was a sign he had become too regular. Dirk Cresswell was already a liability. Could he risk another? Tilden, for his part also seemed to lack the same degree of naivety he could rely on Dirk for. “I’m fine,” he offers coldly, unsure of what to follow it up with. ‘They’re not for me. They’re for monsters,’ somehow the thought doesn’t seem appropriate. Well maybe one or two are for him. Too many things clutter his mind as of late and sleep comes slowly when he needs it most. “Allergies make it hard to sleep this time of year,” which is half a lie. His father had been testing the validity behind the claim that werewolves were allergic to silver. It was the longest they had held captives and the wailing had become unbearable. If they could just sleep maybe he could too. 

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"Ahh, that's too bad." Tilden replied, pulling each potion out one by one to ring them into his cash register. It was rather tedious, and he had the stock memorized at this point, but he liked to make extra sure he got everything. "What sort of allergies do you have? Pollen is quite bad this time of year." He commented off-handedly, his eyes not looking up as he continued what he was doing. "You know there's potions that can help with allergies, if you're looking for something specific you can just let me know and I can whip some up for your next order." He offered, glancing up for a brief moment to offer Rory a small grin as he finished ringing him up. "Alright, so it's the same price as usual but the extra sleeping draughts are an extra two galleons each."

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sanguisknight​:

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Her smile remains as Tilden sits down, bolstered by his demeanor. How sweet, she muses, just a touch sardonically, as she continues to observe him for a moment longer, like a skittish little puffskein.

Florence laughs. “If a drink will stop you looking like you’re about to bolt back out the door, go ahead,” she answers, incapable of not teasing him. She’s met with all sorts of clients before, but they’re usually bold and brash or clinically efficient; this is an amusing change of pace. It’s certainly piqued her interest. Just what kind of job would someone like this need a curse breaker for?

“Or…” she continues, “you can just start at the beginning and tell me what your problem is. If I can’t help, I’ll just tell you so.” Not that there’s much she’d consider to be outside of her capabilities at this point. Florence had never been one for academics, but years of relying on her practical magic on the job have honed her skills to new heights. “Simple as that.”

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Tilden nodded, he didn't really need a drink, and figured it might be a good idea to just spit it out. No point in dragging this out any longer than needed, he already felt like he was wasting her time with something so simple. Maybe she wouldn't even be able to help him, but he figured it was worth a shot.

"Yeah, alright, the beginning." Tilden nodded again, wondering just how far back he should go. "Well - My shop, it's an apothecary, it's been under attack for a few weeks now. Well, not really... Just petty crimes, a few thefts and some damaged property, nothing I wasn't able to take care of on my own, at first I thought it was just random but now I'm not entirely sure." Leaning forward slightly, Tilden pulled out the locket he'd received and placed it down on the table between them. "This was on the handle of my shop the other day. It's clearly a locket, but I haven't been able to get it open. I tried a couple simple spells to open it, tried to pry it with my hands and some tools, even let somebody with much more muscle than me try to open it and... nothing." He pouted slightly before going on again, "I'm sure it's sealed with some kind of magic that's outside of my knowledge. I'm worried about what's inside, but also hopelessly curious."

Realizing he was ranting, Tilden slouched back into his seat, eyes fixed on the locket rather than on Florence. "I'm not sure if this is something you can help me with, but you were recommended by somebody I trust..."

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Tilden sat across from Dirk, a bubbling cauldron between them. He'd been doing his best not to jump in and try to help with whatever it was Dirk was making, but admittedly, it was rather difficult. He'd had to physically bite his tongue a couple of times, having worked rather intimately with the ingredients he was using, Tilden knew a couple of tricks to use them to their fullest potential. It wasn't as if Dirk was doing a poor job, on the contrary, really. But the potioneer in Tilden just wanted to take over for him, even though he still wasn't quite clear on what he was doing. "What exactly are you making again?" He questioned curiously, head tilting slightly as he examined what was laid out between them.

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Where: Tilden’s Apothecary Who: Tilden & @foragoodetimecall​

It had been a slow day at the shop, hardly anybody had stopped in besides regular customers looking for the regular orders. Not that there was anything wrong with that, his regular customers were a familiar routine, but it made his day drag on forever. Tilden tried his best to keep himself busy, spending time brewing rather than staring at the clock, and that seemed to help a little bit. Expecting Rory any minute, he gathered his usual stock and sat behind the counter, fidgeting with a rubber band as he waited. Glancing up at the familiar sound of the jingling bells on the door, Tilden grinned. "Rory, nice to see you! I’ve got all your usual stock plus an extra ten sleeping draught potions. That’s an awful lot, hope you’re doing okay.”

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sanguisknight-archive​:

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The brief moment that the new arrival to the tea shop spends glancing around the place gives Florence all the time she needs to size him up. She’s had plenty of practice at it by now, and is pleased that she insisted on meeting here. It’s an unassuming place for what looks to be an unassuming client, unlike some of the seedier establishments she’s had client meetings in before. 

“And you must be my client,” Florence answers in lieu of a proper greeting. She gestures towards the spare seats opposite her, inviting him to sit. “No need to be shy, darling. I don’t bite.” 

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An uncomfortable laugh fell from him at her greeting, head shaking slightly as he took the seat opposite her. "Sorry, shy is just a personality trait." Tilden admitted softly, hardly even looking at her. She was very pretty, not what he'd been expecting when he called for a curse breaker. But to be honest, he wasn't really sure what he was expecting to see when he arrived. "Uh, did you want a coffee or something before we get to business?" He asked, unsure how meetings like this were supposed to go. Was he supposed to offer her a beverage? She was doing him a favour, and of course he was going to pay her very well for her time, he should offer her a coffee out of gratitude, right? "Sorry - I've never had an issue like this arise before, I'm not sure how to act." He laughed softly again at his own ignorance, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck. Hopefully she'd cut him some slack.

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“Oh yeah…. that’s understandable” Alice mused with a nod. Of course shec oudln’t really relate. She didn’t have a business. She really did not have time for a business. Not with work, and her growing family. Of course, the family was going to be growing even more soon. But Alice wouldn’t have to any other way. She loved her chaotic life. It was busy, and she rarely got time to even rest, but she loved it. It had made all the hard work in the war worth it. To see the smile on her husband and little boys face, it made all the chaos wroth it.

“It is….” She had found these things tiring, even before she was pregnant again. Alice was a social person, but sometimes it could be too much. She found big events tiring, considering that there were so many people to talk too. She would much prefer just being able to have a few friends and socialise that way. “Oh yeah.” She nodded with a smile. It was part of the reason that she was here. “I’m an auror. I’m guessing you don’t work for the ministry?”

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"An auror?" Tilden raised his eyebrows at her answer. What an admirable profession, he wished he could be brave enough to take on such a career. There was a brief moment the thought crossed his mind, but he simply didn't have the grades, nor the willpower to apply himself. "Wow, that's impressive. Thank you for all your hard work as an auror, I appreciate you keeping our community safe." Tilden grinned widely at her, his compliment genuine. He was appreciative of those who risked their lives to keep normal people like himself safe. "No, I actually own an apothecary in Diagon Alley, specializing in difficult to acquire potions and ingredients. And I have a weekly radio show as well, which to most people is rather boring, I think. I just talk about herbology and potions for an hour each week - I really enjoy it, but I'm not sure if others do, too."