 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
This shop was overwhelming, or at least in Cora's opinion it was. The blonde had been walking up and down the aisles, hoping something on the shelves would catch her attention. She had one goal: to buy a gift for her nephew that he would like. Contrary to her nieces, she always had a hard time shopping for Logan. So the task at hand was easier said than done, largely because he was in that phase of his life where she didn't know if he was still into the silly joke items Weasleys' had or if his interests had matured.
She sighed, finding nothing that seemed interesting enough. It was times like these when she wished her brother or sister-in-law were there to lend a guiding hand. At this point in her alley venture, she was debating sending a Patronus to the boy's parents for advice or just defaulting to teach him a bit of alchemy and deal with the potential repercussions later. Actually, that last option sounded like a goo--
The instant a loud commotion registered in her ears, she immediately crouched down to the ground. Had someone set off a firework? The initial hunch didn't seem likely, since there was no dazzling light or further whizzing about the shop. So, now slightly curious, she slowly returned to her full height and peeked her head around the aisle.
"What was that?"
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