Two steps into the store, and he wished he'd just gone to Fortescue's instead. Merlin, the bad knuts keep turning up.
Harry could read the look on Oliver's face as if the man had spoken aloud, and he felt his upper lip curl hard into an epic sneer. He was relieved not to have Faelan in tow; Harry had considered making this particular shopping trip with the boy. Meeting his unfeeling brother like this, at random, would have hurt Faelan deeply.
Turning his back on the cowardly keeper, Harry headed for the broom displays, his own thought on seeing Oliver growled audibly. "Miserable prat."