The door to your local magic shop swung open as you walked inside, the bell annoyingly loud as it announced your arrival, the parrot, presto, squawking out a riddle that made about as much sense as a baby doing taxes.

“Rub the yellow piranha for the magicians club! Rub the yellow piranha for the magicians club!!”

The bird chanted as you carefully walked through the aisles of the odd store, eventually hearing the bell again as a group of kids walked inside.

A girl wearing a redcoat and black shirt was speaking to a blonde boy with a satchel around his neck, as a redhaired girl in a wheelchair spoke with a young man in a tuxedo, all of them looking no older than you as they discussed magic tricks.

Mr. Vernon walked over to you after chatting with the children.

“Can I help you look for anything young one? We have everything you need here for all your magical endeavours”