The stars shone bright as I made my way down the forest. I ignored them though, I had seen the beautiful view a thousand times, often sitting on the big rock - my rock - daydreaming. Tonight my eyes searched the ground. I needed something to resemble a wand. Something fairly straight, not too dry, and… I reached down. I had found a stick, and added it to the collection clutched in my right hand. I returned to the rock and laid them down on the surface. One of them had a tiny branch sticking out, so it wouldn't do. Two of them were too dry. I threw them into the forest. Three left. I sighed. None was perfect. One of them was a little bit too bendy. One of them had a wider bottom, while the tip was narrow. I held it in my hand. It felt almost right. I swung my arms as if doing a powerful spell. I stood up - I was back in the game I played eight years ago. I was fighting alongside Harry Potter at the Battle of Hogwarts. Death Eaters cornered me, but I pushed them away with a spell - they flew from the ground and collapsed in a pile. I dodged the next spell, swirling around. My foot got stuck in the root of an old tree, and i stumbled forward. I retained my balance and looked around, glad no one saw me. Time to focus, not to play. I looked down at the piece of wood in my hand. With the help of some tools, I could make it work. But I didn't know whom to ask for tools - mostly everything was made with wands in Hogsmeade. I had time to figure it out while at work I thought, looking at my watch.

Fitting hundreds of joke-objects into a tiny room with shelves from floor to ceiling was like a big puzzle. First we had to take down about half the amount of every type of object. Then we had to have somewhere to put it. The back room was full of new things, but we couldn't take them out until we had some shelfspace. The floor was covered in torn cardboard boxes and flasks of potions. Two days into our work we stood in the middle of a mess. Jim was well again, and he had just taken of his sweater and dried his face on it.

"Oh god… I think we need a bigger shop, mr Zonko."

Mr Zonko's stood with his hand on his forehead. "I need two shops to fit all this. Becca, what did you get us into?" he said, joking of course. I sat down on a box inside the back room, looking around. We just had to move a couple of more things from the shelf next to the door, and then we could fill it with spares of the old stuff, and then we could free more shelf space by putting the new stuff up…

"I don't know if that's necessary, we'll get this in order." I said. "But you could use a bigger storage space"

"Do you think a spell would do it? There is one which make spaces bigger. I don't know it though. Need to look it up, can't be that hard" Zonko's mumbled, mostly to himself.

I noticed a barrel in the corner of the storage room. It was filled with miscellaneous products from the shop.I had seen it before, but today something caught my eye. "This barrel… what's with the stuff inside it?"

"Broken goods. Either returned from customers or damaged in the delivery."

I nodded my head and Zonko's went into his office, and Jim was in the other room. I quickly walked to the barrel and reached down. A fake wand. I swung it in the air. A broken fake wand. They usually turned into a bouquet of flowers or a snake or something else. This one didn't. It looked very realistic - after all it was used to trick your friends that it was a real one. It was dark brown and the handle had a soft bend, which made for a really comfortable, non-slip grip. I pulled up the leg of my trousers and shoved it down my sock. It pressed into my leg as I stood up. I turned around and saw Jim standing by the door. I rushed past him, hoping he hadn't seen too much.

"I'll go have some lunch, be back in a bit" i said loudly and then exited the shop.

Behind the closed doors of my bedroom I took out the wand and swung it through the air a couple of times. Nothing happened. Perfect. I shoved it into my desktop drawer and looked at the stick i found in the woods. It was pretty, but too much of a toy - a childs wand. Crooked, too branch-like, compared to the fake wand from the shop. I took it with me downstairs and threw it out the door. Mum would think I'd gone mad if she found it.

"I've planed the big opening to occur at the next Hogwarts visit. Will you be here?" said mr Zonkos when I came back to the shop.

Jim looked at him, in the middle of filling an empty shelve with the new products. "Is she going to take over my job now, dad?" he gave me a smile. He had been to Hogwarts, but was expelled and not allowed to use magic. He thought that made us the same, the magicless ones. I didn't agree. He had actually had a chance to go, and blew it. I would never have done that. We were not the same.

"If you don't step up, maybe she will. She's marvelous" said mr Zonko.

"No, I can't be here that weekend, sorry. You will keep your job for now, Jim." I said politely. "I don't really like the crowd."

There was a silence, where none of them knew what to say, though I knew both of them understood. Everyone knew it wasn't the crowd that bothered me, and still they kept pretending they didn't understand why I avoided the Hogwarts visits.

"But I'll be here later, to finish all the leftover pumpkin pastries" I said with a laugh, breaking she silence.