For Hermione

[sayshazam]

Billy had been struggling what to do with the magical crown and trident he had ever since he got them after helping defeat the giant sea witch. He'd just been keeping them under his bed, which probably wasn't the safest place for them to be. The only problem was that he wasn't sure he trust his own magic to keep them safe. Maybe some day he could do that but not today. Which meant talking to someone else about it and that wasn't really something he was comfortable doing.

But when he found the other staff, the one that had belonged to Jack, he knew he had to do something. Fortunately he knew someone that was something of an expert on magic. It would be even harder to deny to Hermoine that there was anything magical about him if he showed up at the shop with magical artifacts needing some sort of special container, but there wasn't anything to be done for it.

Billy stuffed the trident, crown, and staff into a golf bag- careful to not let them touch- before heading off to the magic shop. The entire way there he tried to come up with a convincing lie to tell Hermione before deciding that she was his friend and so he wasn't going to lie to her. He just wasn't going to tell her the truth.

When he got to the shop he took a deep breath, glanced around, and then ducked inside.

"Hermione, are you here?"

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[cleverness]

Recently, watching over business at the Lamplight had become enough of a physical toll on Hermione's body that she had taken to sitting in a rocking chair by the side of the shop, keeping herself occupied by pushing back and forth as she ran up inventory and decided what supplies she needed to order and replenish. It gave the shop a distinctly domestic air, one which she sometimes felt at odds about, but for the most part business was still steady and plenty of customers came simply to check up on how their adored shopkeeper was doing.

While Hermione didn't always love Darrow for what it was, there was no doubt that she was grateful for the community she had found and become a part of.

Hearing the poltergeist give a shrill shout, Hermione looked up in time to see Billy entering the shop, smile widening as she carefully marked her place in her records and placed the volume on the counter.

"Present," she said with a small wave. "Come in, Billy. And do forgive me if it takes a moment to get to my feet. How may I help you?"