"Credit," Barclay said, handing over his card. His parents didn't know much about nor appreciate a lot of their son's forays into the magical world, but they know how to seem interested: give your own little witch boy plenty of money, and you won't even have to listen to him prattle on about druidic lore or tapping into ley lines.
Barclay looked at Darius, before giving it one more try. "There's this theory that all human beings have the ability to more or less tap into the magic of this world. It's like singing: some people have oodles of talent and some don't, but everybody can sing a little. Even if you're not a witch, you might have some... aptitudes. This store is the perfect to try and find out where your talents lie."