"Well hello there, sure, have you a quill?"

Philo checked his watch. That made fifteen minutes, which was average for jaunts about when his older brother Foster was chaperone and he got approached for an autograph. Tutshill Tornado fans were very dedicated, even though Foster had been traded to the Montrose Magpies awhile back. It sounded like a Tutshill fan but Philo mostly ignored the conversation as he looked about the shelves of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Heh, this was a classic. The ol' Boxing Telescope. Philo had both his eyes blackened the first time he tried one before realizing what had caused his eyes to hurt. It had been really simple to dissemble too, the little glove only came out of the viewer at the end.

Philo put the telescope back, skimming his eyes over the other objects for sale, not really watching where he was going.