bibbidi bobbidi boo;

“But in my case it’s true.”

“Just keep telling yourself that,” she teased, pouting dramatically as he ruffled her hair.

“You know what? I will.”

“I’m one of a kind I’m afraid.”

“Yeah well I would never ask anyone to do the duckface. In fact, I always tell people to do the opposite.”

“That’s what I said. Don’t do the duck face.”

“Oh- so you do know how to use it and what it does?” She questioned, “Do you know what the charm is?” 

“Haven’t the foggiest. It’s centuries older. Older than this shop even. I wouldn’t have a clue,” He paused, “Why? Are you looking into a career in wand-making?”

“Because you pay the bills of course,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.

“That’s not the only reason and you know it,” Benjamin replied, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

“I never said you weren’t. In fact, I wasn’t gonna mess with you in the first place.”

“Yeah…” She trailed off, examining his face for a second before speaking again, “I think I remember you- not a Slytherin, sadly for you, but I don’t think I could forget the curls.”

“And you weren’t in Gryffindor - sadly for you,” Benjamin joked and then chuckled, “The curls are unforgettable.”

Ben raised his hands in surrender, “Okay, I believe you. You’re pocket size. Please don’t punch me.”

“Woah, don’t touch that. You never know what it could do.” 

“Oh this? It’s a wand carver. It’s charmed somehow. Not sure exactly how but I know how to use it.”

“Wouldn’t dare dream of it. So are we going to talk, or actually drink.”

Grinning, Benjamin ordered a bottle of Vodka and two shot glasses from the bartender, “So what does the winner get?”

“Sexualising yourself is not a valid way to get customers,” She joked.

“But apparently a closed sign is,” Benjamin said, pointing towards the sign on the door.

She walked forward and handed him the wand, smiling brightly, “It is sort of a given. But it’s alright- I’m Bellona Taylor,” He looked familiar, so she added, “I think we went to Hogwarts together- I mean, we most likely did but you look familiar.”

Benjamin took the wand and examined it, holding it by both ends, “Hmmm... fortunately, this isn’t a popular wand so I should be able to find out who I sold it to. Unless it wasn’t bought here,” He said, “Yeah, yeah, I think you were in the year below me. I remember seeing you around.”

“You are officially the worst,” she said before cracking a grin.

“You love me anyway,” Ben said, picking up a shirt.

“You can put on a damn shirt, Ben.”

“Last time I checked, this was my shop, Sav.”