Gonoph Corsair picked up his pace, his brisk walk and straight posture in sharp contrast to his appearance as a very old man. He couldn't help gloating inwardly as the sack of galleons in his robes jingled a bit. This job had been the most profitable by far-- who would have thought that robbing a candy store would be so easy? Like taking candy from a baby...or rather galleons from an old lady. he thought, chuckling. He found himself hurrying to get to the Hogs Head's and into the loo... It wouldn't do to have the polyjuice potion wear off in the middle of the street, now would it? Especially as I'd be instantly identifiable... he thought. Best to keep his cover.

As he continued to hurry, he passed a shop selling nostrums and potions. He glanced in, his old man's visage creating a ghostly reflection in the glass, and saw an old advertisement for his own failed concoction. The poster read, "Coarse hair? Try Corsair's Hair Potion!" He narrowed his eyes as he looked at his true image smiling back from the poster, his own sleek black hair shining and bouncing in the magical photograph. No matter how hard he tried to market it, the product was a dismal failure; the fact was that it wasn't very good and had even become something of a joke. He had become something of a joke, too. Unable to compete with the longtime makers of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, he had been bankrupted... losing everything- his family fortune, his hair salon, his house... he even lost his wife in the process. The life of a pauper wasn't for her, she had claimed the day she left. He sighed, remembering.

That's all in the past. With a little luck, it'll only take a few more thefts and my fortune will be restored... and Johanna will come home to me. He thought, a glimmer of hope awakening in his heart. He gave the Hair Potion poster one last look and glanced behind him... no one was there in the street. Good. He had gotten away with it once again. He continued to make his way toward the Hog's Head pub, resuming his brisk pace.