Knockturn Alley had always given him chills, much in the same way that he’d experienced wandering outside his flat without a jacket in early fall. It was the sort of spine-tingling shiver that not only coursed down the length of a person’s back, but made a person’s bones ache from the cold. Still, Aversio business sent a person down paths that strange paths and Gideon had never been one to turn down an opportunity to explore. Having been asked to locate some sort of flammable, undetectable powder that the group might be able to use, he had only a single destination in mind.
He entered the darkened shop confidently, as though he strode through the doors every day of his life. Immediately, he spotted a tall, dark-haired lad who, from his age, looked no older than a recent Hogwarts graduate. The blonde man, smile affixed firmly in place as always, strode up confidently and nudged the bloke’s arm gently. “Patron or employee? Either way, ‘ve got a few questions about a product.”
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