The purple light of dusk filtered through the windows, telling Harry it was time to leave. He stood and stretched. With a wave of his wand, Harry banished the ever-growing pile of paperwork back to its corner of the desk. He could stay and finish more of it, he thought, but something told him that he needed to start heading home.

Harry walked through the door to the front of the store, closing the door to his office and separating himself from the mountain of paperwork with a firm -click-. He looked around, pleased to see a few customers perusing the filled shelves, lingering to stare at some of the rather obscure oddities in the little shop. Harry knew how the customers felt, what made them stop and stare; each of the items held within its inanimate shell magic that could do such amazing things.

Being in front of the store, however, was not somewhere where Harry needed to linger. If he stayed too long, it would lead to-

"Harry, we need to talk."

-those horrible words from his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. "Bill," he said, taking a deep breath to settle the tears that were threatening to leak from his emerald eyes. "We need to move this into my office." He looked around to the customers remaining in the store. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry for any inconvenience but we will be closing the store immediately. I do hope that you will stop by and purchase some items soon." He smiled at the those still there. "We will open tomorrow and have regular store hours then." The patrons left. Harry closed the door behind the last one, flipping the sign over to 'close'.

The two walked into Harry's office and Harry closed the behind him. He took a breath before turning back to Bill. "Absolutely nothing you say can take away the sight of that ugly, wrinkled bare arse hovering over my bed as he buggered my boyfriend!"

"I know, Harry, I know," Bill touched his arm but Harry roughly pulled away, "I'm sorry that you found out this way. I am glad you know now, though. It has been hard keeping this a secret from you."

Harry turned to face Bill, wind starting to stir around him as Harry's anger filled the room. "It was hard for YOU?! Did I just hear that correctly, Bill? I get it, you wanted someone older, but why did you not just say something instead of cheating on me?!" Bill, his eyes downcast and his entire face so red it was clashing horribly with his hair, looked very chastised. Harry sighed. "How long have you been seeing him, Bill?"

Bill mumbled something Harry could not quite hear.

"HOW LONG have you been seeing him, Bill?!" Harry glared, wishing he had the power to melt the flesh right off of Bill's body.

"Three months." Bill whispered, trying to make it so Harry could not hear him. He did not succeed.

"THREE MONTHS?!" A bottle of ink exploded on Harry's desk and Harry briefly applauded himself for remembering to move the papers back to their corner; even though the wind had blown several of them onto the floor. "I cannot believe you would do this to me! You told me you loved me! " tears fell steadily down Harry's face as his power swirled around him. "Was it all a lie?" Harry whispered.

"No!" Bill cried out, wishing desperately for the wind around Harry to die down so he could pull the young man into his arms. "It was never a lie. I loved you. Merlin, I still love you. It pains me to see you like this. It is not that I love you any less, it's just that he is so-"

"Old?" Harry interjected.

"No," Bill chuckled, moving closer to Harry as the magic-induced wind settled down, "actually, Harry, you should know this from dating me but with age comes a great deal of experience though-"

"Enough! I do not want to hear how that bastard gained his lifetime of experience so that he could whisk away my boyfriend." He turned away from Bill, gathering some of the papers and placed them back on the desk. Minutes passed slowly, the air filled with tension and the silence spread between them. Bill coughed, causing Harry to turn back around. "I have nothing more to say, Bill. There is no turning back from this. I am sorry, but we are through."

"I understand, Harry. I wish it could be different, I really do. Can we talk more about this?"

"No, no more talking. And since you won't leave, I will." Harry walked briskly to the office door, throwing it open and continued walking out to the door of the store and out of his relationship with Bill forever.

Now the only question would be where he was walking to now.