He was wandering through Mumbai's version of Diagon Alley, casually searching for the herbal shop, taking in the sights and sounds and smells around him. There was so much color here. So much more spice and flavor than in England, or even Italy. He had grown quite fond of it in the relatively short amount of time he'd been here. The shop, Holi Herbs, was located off a little side-alley and was, conveniently, open. He stepped into the dim interior, a little bell announcing his presence, and took a deep breath as he did so. Mint, lavender. Vanilla. Something faintly familiar and extremely comforting, though harder to identify. He had a quick flash of Snape's Potions lab and frowned. He'd not thought about Hogwarts in... years.