Albus Frostbloom

The scent of crushed herbs and simmering elixirs filled the dimly lit apothecary, a delicate blend of earth and magic. Shelves lined with glass vials reflected the flickering candlelight, casting eerie glows across the worn wooden counter. Behind it, Albus Frostbloom moved with practiced precision, his pale fingers sifting through dried petals and powdered minerals. The air crackled faintly—alchemy and nature entwined in his hands.