"Alright! More the merrier. Nice to meet you, Elias. I'm Magnus Maunder. I'd shake but-" He looked pointedly between the two large mirrors in his arms which, in hindsight, were probably not intended to be carried around the shop so haphazardly. Thankfully, the man had enough strength and spatial awareness to keep both aloft and intact. "Since we both got our stuff, let's head to the checkout. Maybe we can grab a butterbeer after, eh?"

"Or!" Magdelas quickly interjected. "Or we can go get our school robes?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's probably a good idea." It was easy to see Mr. Maunders wasn't nearly as invested in this proposal, given that he'd gone through the whole process of uniform shopping himself many times during his school days, but he also had the good grace to concede that the day was, in fact, his son's. While this fact had always been in the back of his mind, it did take a few good prods to bring it to the forefront again. For instance, when he caught sight of his son's list.

"Criminy, is that all we've done? Thought the bags were a little light..." Hanging one of the mirrors haphazardly on the nearest wall (effectively muffling another mid-pitch), he grabbed the list and gave it a thorough once over. "Hmm. We really need to stop getting so distracted."

Magdelas was just happy to get things back on track.