Samantha Semenova, daughter of Professor Semenov, the locally famous magical anthropologist, watched as the freak rain came pelting down hard outside of the J.W. Steward's storefront and did a very rare thing. 

She smiled, ever so slightly.

Surprisingly, there were some students who, with their apartment leases ending in the next few days, would rather lug their furniture to the nearest dumpsters rather than drag it home or sell their items back to the store. So her boss, Emily, had decided to hire a few of the male students who were staying in town and drive around in the store truck to do some judicious dumpster diving.

"Oh no, don't take the witch," she muttered to herself. But Emily was insistent that the store had to be manned today, of all days. So here she was.

Hidden behind the counter, in the well next to where the register sat, she had a miniature display set up of white plastic walls with round depressions, with a small fireplace on the end wall and a very large mirror. It all sat in an old tray of stenciled fiberboard.

J.W., it was claimed, had set this display up after a sales trip abroad to London one summer in the 60's, and had seen it in some television show there. He had actually bought some antique rent table to put into the middle of this dated display, and would putter around with it for hours.

 Emily wanted it thrown out, but Sam had a different idea, shrinking it down to its current size. After all, Emily didn't say she couldn't keep the dated display herself, she just wanted it gone.

The miniature furniture were all items she'd found in the back and shrunk as well. Technically, it wasn't stealing as these items never left the store.

And it gave her something to do while waiting for customers who weren't going to venture in because of the rain or for Emily and some drenched boys to return from their trip to all the apartment dumpsters.