Father and I have that one place over on Diagon proper, so I've been in and out of here quite a bit. This is just the first time I've really had a look at the traffic and watched shoppers." Rich shrugged. "Like I said, it will depend on the budget I have to play with. We just picked up the last building on our side of Clink Street, and it's a right proper fifteen-hundreds rabbit warren all chopped up into little cubbyholes, and the plumbing must date back to the Romans. Going to cost a bit to renovate and modernize. Rather work with cash than get a bank loan, so I may have to pass the Alley up."
His smile grew bigger. "If I'm not around to bring in a big bag of goodness from Sweet Nothings on Monday morning, the office boys are sent on an expedition. I've created a bunch of sugar addicts. The old gentlemen have even been known to swing by on their way home to get an order for the house."
"I know about Logan's shop. Truth be told, I've got a little place of my own up on the north side near the track where I work on my own brooms. You ever want a hand-made custom job, or a modified stock broom, let me know. I wouldn't have any concerns about you mucking about with the charms, so I could go right up the edge of what's legal without worrying about you going over. Takes me about three hours to do a decent modified, if you want to come learn the tricks. Build your Lucy a proper kid's broom at the same time if you like."
Richard was a broom enthusiast as well as a racer. It was his opinion that everybody else would be as much an enthusiast as he was, given the chance.