Who: William and Euan Where: Euan's shop When: Wednesday afternoon What: William is interested in Euan's magical blowing skills. Warnings: None yet.
William Travers had settled into his new establishment very well. It was only a small office, a short walk from his home so that he could go back and visit his dogs in the day (who was he kidding, at the moment they spent the days laying at his feet in the office) but it did the job.
On Wednesday he'd gone to stretch his legs, and to check out his neighbours. A lot of the buildings down this end of Diagon Alley, leading into Knockturn, were a little ramshackled. Perhaps he could convince some of the owners to take out some insurance-
He paused, peering up at a sign that swung gently above his head.
"Magical glass blowing?" he mouthed, unable to resist the lure of something so- niche?
William pushed open the door, his nose twitching as he scented the air. Everything around him was so... delicate. Delicate was the word. He let the door close gently and then started to look around at the tiny, beautiful things on display. Tiny little globes glowed, sparkled, stars twinkled, a glass flower moved slowly as though caught in a breeze. He hardly dared breathe lest he disturb something.