Varin was still settling in, or so he told himself. Nevermind that he'd been here for months ... things were always changing. There was always something new to see, to do, someone new to meet.
He'd been in Knockturn to peruse a few shops he'd made contacts in, places to get some of the more ... questionable cores for his wands. Well, all right. The illegal ones. Of course, those wands, he claimed had perfectly mundane cores to any official who inquired; only the buyer or another wandmaker would be able to discern the truth.
Quick steps slowed as he neared the stall with the jewelry. This was new, and he paused to study it. His head bobbed in a nod to the witch who was tending it, and he offered her a slight smile.