Percy looked around the small streets of the Italian wizarding section of Rome. They were filled with people in colorful dresses, certainly a lot more concerned about fashion than their British counterpart. They all seemed to know each other, but even more importantly they seemed to like each other, stopping and talking to everyone in the street. Percy found it disturbing.
It was equally disturbing that it was hot and the robes were a lot shorter and sleeveless, and they might as well be naked. No sense of propriety!
They finally reached the wand shop, and Percy opened the door and motioned for Cass to go in."
"Buon giorno," the shop keeper greeted them. "Come posso aiutarvi?"
Percy had no clue what he meant, but from the tone it sounded like what every sale person said in a store. "We need a wand for my friend." Hopefully, the man would understand him.