He eyed her. He'd thought you had to actually summon Fire Imps with chanting and burning herbs and shite but far be it from him to correct a Ravenclaw.
Gregory sighed gustily. He knew a brush-off when he heard one. "There're more back there," he said, drawing his wand to light the tip and their way as he headed toward the unlit part of the warehouse. The stuff back there was far older than most of the rest of the stock. "If you see something you like, point it out. Even a regular chair. I might could convert it to a rocker depending on how it's made."