The shop looks deserted as you walk in uncertainly, your footsteps easily audible. Specks from dusty shelves of wand boxes tickle your nose and you sneeze profusely. You call out a loud "Hello?" just in case the place is, after all, inhabited. The response is a shuffling from the back room and a door creaking open. In a matter of thirty seconds an elderly woman is at the desk nearby, smiling.