Xavier took a galleon out of his pocket and tossed it on the counter, moving to stand up. The boy wasn't ready yet, that much was obvious, but it wouldn't hurt to implant a few thoughts into that entirely empty head of his. With any luck something might take.
"It's never too early to start thinking about those things," he said, shaking his head as he stood up. "And you may have friends, Pucey, but do you have the right kind?"
He smirked at the boy as he stepped away from the bar. "Think about it."
Without waiting for an answer, he headed for the door. He might go see what was going on in Borgin and Burkes'.