Walk with me a while

Thaor laughed at Michael when he was talking about the old lady across the street. Rising Star? I'm the only star in wandlore. he said with a smile. We shall be able to cause trouble soon enough, but for now, I must get back to work. I'll send an owl when the wand is finished. Thaor said extending an arm to shake hands with Michael.

Thaor really felt like he was throwing Michael out, but he didn't want to do that at all. He really had work he needed to get finished. And a letter to write to Robert.

"Alright. That's fine. I do have other rather serious business elsewhere," MIchael said. "I will be in touch when the wand is ready. Have a good day, Thaor."

Michael left the shop, closing the door behind him as he stepped into Diagon Alley again. The elderly lady from the shop across the street came over, snatched Michael by his jacket with both of her fists and began cursing at him loudly.

"Look!" He shouted, pointing behind her suddenly. "They're robbing your shop!"

"What!" she exclaimed, forgetting her grip on him. She spun around to look to see what he was looking at. Laughing, Michael flicked his wand and disappeared, leaving the elderly woman looking at absolutley nothing.