Cathal, Doctor Watson and OPEN
A hairdressing stall? A pop up hairdressing shop run by some adult volunteer where they expected you to let them hack away at your hair in the middle of a corridor without proper equipment or space? At a pop up shop? He knew that magic was wondrous and all, but this was simply taking the mickey. It was with a shudder that Cathal backed slowly away from that particular horror and padded down the rest of the corridor, the silent white bundle but for the tinkling of his bell that was Doctor Watson sleeping in his arms. He wanted to look at the book stall, personally, because he'd been wondering all night whether wizards had their classic tales too, or if it were all just non fiction. And then, once he'd done there, he had plans of raiding the Honeydukes stall and Gladrags, because with a cat that could only successfully hunt inanimate beings, his socks often suffered Watson's terrifying claws and fangs. He stopped at the book stall first, still hefting the fluffy ball of sleeping cat as he looked for anything that was fictional. He didn't hold out much hope.