Characters: Giles, Giles' mum, Giles' uncle
"The shop is yours, some day. If you work hard, my lad."
"Really?" Rupert's eyes were on stalks. His uncle's store held at least sixty different blends of tea and countless other portions and powders that he weighed carefully for customers, wrapping them in brown paper and finishing with ribbon and sealing wax. Behind the counter were numerous wooden drawers with brass handles. All, no doubt, containing magic.
"Mum, can I work here during my school holidays?"
"I think your father has other ideas. Don't encourage him, Frank. It's almost time."
His uncle shrugged.
"A boy should be allowed dreams."