Closest To Heaven That I'll Ever Be. *Complete*

5. Signed, Sealed Delivered....I'm Yours.

Draco wasn't kidding about drawing up the papers quickly. By 11am the following morning, a lady arrived to the shop through the Floo and approached the desk. 

"Are you Miss Dumbledore?" She said smiling. 

"I am, yes." This girl looked familiar but I had no idea from where. 

"Great! I am Isabella. I work for Malfini Industries. Mr Malfoy asked me to stop by and deliver these to you." She held up an envelope and set it on the counter as I currently had a pen and notebook in my hands. "He apologises profusely that he could not hand deliver these himself but he has been called away by Miss Greengrass for the afternoon." 

"Oh perfect! And I never expected him to deliver them himself. I am sure he is much too busy for someone as simple as me," I gave a laugh and she simply smiled again. "Does he need me to sign now and hand back with you?"

"No, not at all Miss -"

"Oh please call me Addalie. Miss sounds too formal for little ole me."

She smiled again. Her whole face just screamed friendliness. She had a good nature to her. I could tell already. "Addalie. That's a beautiful name. Well Mr Malfoy said that you should read over them and make sure you are happy with everything and sign when you are ready."

"No need." I laughed. "We discussed everything in detail at our meeting yesterday. I know what he plans and I am excited to get started. I trust him." I tore open the envelope and set the pages on the countertop. I scanned through the pages. It was basically a run through of everything we already discussed. "Where do I sign?" I asked smiling. 

She looked a little shocked but recovered. "Oh...em...here," she pointed to a line on the first page where I signed my name. "And then," she flipped the pages to the back. "And here." Again I signed my name and dated it. I slipped the documents into the envelope and resealed it before handing it back to Isabella. 

She reached out to take it and I noticed her hand was covered in what looked like small tiny cuts, some of which were open and bleeding. "Eczema?" I asked. 

She blushed. "Oh yes. I have had it since I was a baby. Been to healers but they say there isn't much to help. Sunshine works but it's hard to come by in England." She chuckled. 

"I may have something for it." I said as I walked around the counter and over to one of the shelves. I picked up a white tub bringing it back to the counter and opened it. "May I?" I asked holding out my hand. 

She smiled again and placed her hand in mine. I scooped the cream and slathered it on her hand and wrist. It smelt of lavender. I massaged the cream into her hand trying to be as careful as possible as I was sure it hurt. As I did, the scream seeped in. I then took a cloth, rinsed it under the sink behind me in warm water. I placed the cloth over her hand and again rubbed it. 

When I removed the cloth she gave a gasp. The cuts all seemed to be healed over. They hadn't disappeared but they were at least 70% better. "How did you -"

"It's my own invention. I have heard many success stories from my customers on how it helps to keep their eczema at bay. It has to be used every other day but you should see a real improvement in about 3/4 days time."

"I can see a huge difference already! Wow! How much is it?" She looked up at me nervously. 

"Usually it's 4 gelleons per tub but this one is free. Take it and see if it works for you."

She gasped looking up at me. "You can't be serious! I need to pay for it!"

"Not at all. I like to have 100% customer satisfaction so use this one and if it works you can promise to come back and buy more," I laughed.