Elijah walked with a speedy pace into the little shop, checking if everything was alright. Hair. Perfect. Bowtie. Check. Time. On time. Nerves. None...ish. The floor creaked a bit under his steps. It was a bit quiet. He looked around and saw the door that was usually locked slightly ajar now. Oh goodness, he was allowed to look behind the counter now. He could go into that mysterious room he'd wondered about in just about every shop as a kid. He speeded up his pace and put a smile on his face. He opened the door...

Boxes. Well this wasn't that exciting. Of course. It was the stock room. How could he think anything else? And it was crowded! He quickly scanned the room and ended up staring at a lovely lady. "Hello," he said and smiled. "I'm Elijah, your new assistant, here to help!" he rambled and extended his hand.

"You know it's really crowded in here," he said and turned to the room. "No offence if you meant for it to be-" Elijah looked back at the lady. "-this way." He walked towards a couple of boxes and looked at the naming on it. "You know I could tidy this up-" he said and walked back towards her. Oh, clipboard. Muggle thingy. Interesting. He would need to look at how that worked again. Disect it. Was it alive?. Oh right, clipboard. "If you don't need me anywhere else, that is." He peeked at the clipboard.