Down a long winding path of stone and street, sinking further into damp alleyways that thins then broadens into slum roads filled with grimy, yet happy misshapen abodes is where a hobbled, yet humble hodge-podge shop lays lit. The erratic flickering within poorly curtained windows were the only means of lighting besides the hanging lamp outside.  Inside the seemingly small apothecary is a cozy warm home adorned in flowery pastel wallpaper, scratched and blotchy with an array of hues from failed experiments, broken picture frames on top packed handmade bookshelves, a taped together coffee table next to a puffy soft blue striped sofa while a small television set blurs and whirls with entertainment. There's a well cared for kitchen and a currently hunched over figure messing with the oven.<br/><br/><i>Bang! </i><br/><br/>The rattling noises from smacked cabinets, carefully made notes now scattered along the floor, and falling pots and pans is a reminder to dear ol' (former) Doctor Leonard Daniels he's not the same size as before. There was once a time where he could easily slide around his home without any issue. He was also a slender, paler, build then.<br/><br/>Now?<br/><br/>He's more...<i> Extraordinary</i>.<br/><br/>A long prehensile scaly tail of a basilisk thumps unhappily against the wooden tiling. The throbbing pain in his head would stop soon enough. Or he hopes. Pointed ears shift momentarily from their hidden spot under the messy mop of peppery wavy hair. Leonard could barely make the news being spoken considering the damaged speakers. Thankfully, the words scrolled across the screen is easier. Bright amber eyes narrowed just as the wide pupil turned into slits.<br/><br/>The tray of star-shaped sugar cookies were nearly forgotten in those large striped feline 'hands' of his. Not when his mind is filled with a spectrum of possibilities. The paw scratches at a ram horn out of habit before setting the tray on top the marbled countertop. Leonard's eyes never left the screen as it plays out its grisly tale. An inner snarl is ready to bubble forth and rumble deeply in his chest and throat. The primal side is clawing at the back of his mind. Screaming for a good hunt while he calmly finds his glasses.<br/><br/>"Today will certainly be interesting," a slow chuckling smile makes its way across his face.<br/><br/>A glimmer of fangs then nothing, but a kind, curious expression.<br/><br/>There were potions to make and cake pops to gather after all.