[h2][center]Melvus[/center][/h2]
[h3][center]Flourish and Bolts[/center][/h3]
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Melvus had frequented Flourish and Bolts during the years. He was a reader, after all, and already owned several of the volumes on the list. Magical Theory was one, though he had a hard time understanding it and his parents would not be named among the best instructors when it came to something out of their field. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was another that Melvus had read through a time or two. His favourite was definitely the Niffler and its ability to carry many, many, items in its pouch.

“Ah, Draven.” The aged shopkeeper said over the shoulder of two, presumably, parents as he gave a nod. Melvus' mother wasn't with him because she was tending to her shop that day, and was, therefore, preoccupied. However, Melvus and Draven intended to pay her a visit later in the day.

“Good day.” Draven mumbled in response. Draven Garth wasn’t a particularly joyus man, his line of work would do that to someone. Especially since most of the dark witches and wizards he brought down were alum of his own house, Slytherin.

Melvus already had a stack of books in his arms, some were ones that he needed for school and others had titles like “Abracadabra: A-Z of Spooky Spells” and “Olde and Forgotton Bewitchments and Charmes”. He didn’t mean to, but when he placed them on the counter they slammed down with a loud thud. His father gave him a pointed look and he seemed to have disturbed the shopkeeper and their other customers.

"Pardon my rudeness;" Draven had thought it was as good a time as any to bother the people who were so obviously muggles. "Would you like anything explained? My son and I are making the rounds for his school items as well, we could show you around if you'd like." Draven wasn't a standard Slytherin - He often thought that the sorting hat had made a mistake and placed him there just based on his blood status and family history.