Usually Remus tried to avoid the more popular stores in Diagon Alley when looking for employment. There was nothing quite like the quiet judgement and unasked questions when one of his old schoolmates ran into him, former prefect and diligent student with the OWLs and NEWTs to prove it, working in some shop dusting and restocking shelves. So he found himself in an odds and ends shop tucked into an alcove. It didn’t seem to have any particular specialty like many of the other businesses, but Remus supposed that was what kept the clientele so regular. Always friends of the owner or a handful of younger witches and wizards who had been visiting the shop since they were children with their parents.
He was nearing the end of his shift though, and didn’t mind the quiet. It would be nice if he could go the last while without any interruptions. And then the sound of the bell at the door drew Remus from his thoughts, and he cursed and hurried to finish restocking a wall of differently colored rolls of parchment. “Just a second,” he called. “Looking for anything in particular?” Dusting his hands on his robes, he walked to peer over the railing of the second floor loft to the individual below.
