Harry was running late. He'd been shopping longer than expected, and had felt the mild shiver, a tactile sensation to his wizard sense that indicated the sun had set. Twilight would continue for a while yet, but the light left in the sky would no longer hold the creatures of the night at bay. He tried not to shiver himself at the feeling, but moved a bit more swiftly than he otherwise would have.
It would be a lot of work to replace the materials he'd lost when his house burned. Some, the most rare, had been saved beforehand, but there was years of work gone in a few moments of heat and smoke. So he was starting anew where he'd started before: Walmart.
The store was already thinning out. Harry had only been here a few days, but already he'd noticed the pattern. By the time true darkness took the town, almost all the populace would be home. It was herd instinct on a deep level; they knew not to stay out at night.
Just like he should.
His staff was held tightly in his left hand as Harry transferred the last of his bags from the shopping cart into the old Jeep. He missed his old car, a battered old Volkswagen Bug dubbed the Blue Beetle, but the Jeep was pretty old, and seemed to be handling itself well so far. Which meant that only the radio was out and the radiator clicked and spluttered.