"Now, now," Lorcan said, with a slight smile. "A deal is a deal. I told you I'd sell it to you for the same price as the beginner's blade. So, the new blade and the text. That comes to only 35 galleons." The blade was worth the 100 the young man was willing to pay, but Lorcan had made a deal. He wasn't going to take advantage of him. "Give me the 35, and we'll be square."
"You know," Lorcan began. The shop door, and one of the newsboys came in. He was a younger boy, a second year who had filched one of Lorcan's old books last school year. He'd been reading about animagi, and had been trying to practice it. The thing about it was that the boy kept buggaring it up.
Today, here he was, coming back to Lorcan for help again. He'd buggared himself up and was half cat and half boy. Lorcan rolled his eyes.
"Gotten yourself stuck again, have you?" Lorcan asked. The boy wanted to speak and ended up making a bit of a distressed meow. "Oh, for the love of Merlin," Lorcan sighed. He drew his wand and flicked it at the boy, putting him back to rights. "You need to be careful about doing magic off school grounds. It is forbidden, you know. The tracers will detect it, and the ministry will be looking for you if you keep this up. I told you that last time."
"I...I know. Sorry, Mr D'Eath. I'll...I'll leave you a paper, shall I?"
"No, no," Lorcan said. "I got one this morning. Just be more careful. Now, be off with you."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," the boy said, dashing out.
"My apologies," Lorcan said, looking at the young man. "I believe you were about to finish buying a blade?"