"I think I put up most of the recovery, but you can check and see if anything else is out of place." He moved towards the one cash register so he could count and log all of the money Flourish and Blott's had made for the day. Once he had that down, they would be free to go.
Thankfully he was fast and accurate at mental math, and the sickles and galleons were soon emptied into a velvet drawstring bag. The register was closed and locked in a matter of minutes.
"I'm going to go lock this up. I'll be back in a few."