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suddenly got popular, and adepts, apprentices, and even mages started coming along.
    Trouble is, along with the influx of knowledgeable people, I’ve also picked up a whole lot of idiots. On a Saturday like today, I’m lucky if one customer in five knows enough to be trusted. The rest …
    …well.

    “H i, I’m looking for some gaff coins?”
    “You want the Magic Box, other side of Camden. Here’s one of their cards.”
    “Oh. Which tricks have you got?”
    “None of them. You’ve got the wrong shop.”
    “So what do you sell?”
    “…”
    “Wait, this is supposed to be a
real
magic shop?”
    “…”
    “Oh my God, you’re serious! Ha-ha-ha!”
    “…”
    “Ha-ha … oh man, this is awesome. Okay, okay, I’m going.”

    “U m …” (giggling)
    “Can I help you?”
    “We’re looking for—” (more giggling)
    “…”
    “Have you got, um …”
    “Take your time.”
    “…a wand?” (chorus of giggling from all three)
    “No. And my name’s not Harry and I didn’t go to Hogwarts.”
    (yet more giggling)
    “Um … hee hee … what about …”
    “…”
    “Do you know how to find any vampires? Like, the really hot ones?”

    “I want a refund for this spell.”
    “Which spell?”
    “This one.”
    “Hmm … ‘A Spell to Make You Win the Lottery.’ I’m going to go out on a limb and say it didn’t work.”
    “I want my money back.”
    “Your money, right. How much did you pay?”
    “Fourteen ninety-nine.”
    “Uh-huh. How much would you expect to get from a lottery win?”
    “At least a million.”
    “…”
    “…”
    “And you don’t see a problem with this.”
    “What?”
    “Okay. The first problem is that you’ve got a product here with a sale value of fifteen pounds—”
    “Fourteen ninety-nine.”
    “Fourteen ninety-nine, sorry, which is supposed to win you over a million. Now, stop and think how that would work.”
    “I don’t care. I want a refund.”
    “Right. The second problem would be I never sold you this spell.”
    “I bought it from this shop.”
    “That would be quite impressive, given that I don’t sell spells.”
    “I know my rights. If you don’t give me a refund I’ll sue you.”
    “If your understanding of the legal system is on par with your grasp of economics, I don’t think I’ve got much to worry about.”
    “Oh, is that right? I’m going to call the police! I can get this shop closed down, I think you’ll find!”
    (stomp stomp stomp SLAM)
    “…”
    “Um, hello? Excuse me?”
    “Yes?”
    “Uh, could I get one of those spells to win the lot-tery?”

    “H i!”
    “You again?”
    “Yeah, I decided I didn’t want to go all the way across Camden. So what tricks do you sell?”
    “We don’t sell tricks.”
    “Okay, okay. So what ‘magic’ do you sell?”
    “Could you not make a hand gesture in the air when you do that?”
    “Sure. Whatcha got?”
    “Just what you see.”
    “Okay, okay.”

    “U m, hi.”
    “Hey. What do you need?”
    “I heard you can … uh … find out things?”
    “Who told you that?”
    “Uh … it was … can you find out something for me?”
    “Not likely.”
    “But I need to know! It’s really important!”
    “Fine. What is it?”
    “I … I need to know if my girlfriend’s cheating on me.”
    “Probably.”
    “What! Why?”
    “Because if you’re asking that question, the answer’s probably yes.”

    “S o is there any way to use magic to talk with people who’ve … passed on?”
    “Passed on?”
    “I mean, died.”
    “No.”
    “But all those psychics say—”
    “Psychics make their living telling people what they want to hear. Magic can’t let you talk to someone once they’re gone, and as far as I know neither can anything else.”
    “So … there’s no way they can send a message?”
    “No.”
    “Nothing at all? Once someone’s dead, that’s it?”
    “Yes.”
    “And they couldn’t tell anyone how they died, right?”
    “No, they—wait. Why do you want to