There was no earthly reason for Caleb to ever darken the doorstep of those damned ginger twins' shop. Except, it would seem, for his twin horrors (otherwise known as Charisma and Cordelia Warrington, eight years old) to send him matching Howlers demanding color changing lollies.
When he figured out which house elf allowed itself to be bullied into enchanting those letters, there was going to be a new head mounted on the wall.
He strode into the shop, head held high and the Hit Wizard patch on his robes in an obvious place just above his heart in an attempt to make the best showing possible. And hopefully to make it back out of the shop without sprouting feathers or tentacles or something.
The last thing he expected though was for a colision of the knee-high and blonde variety.