Chapter 13 Shopping
After yet another infernal ride of death, Orval and Harry climbed out of the cart. Even just watching it made Orval want to vomit. Leaving the bank of roller-coasters Orval now needed to see what he was going to do with his money with which he couldn't use for himself. What the point of this salary was, was not worth complaining about. Given his lack of familiarity with the street he beckoned to Harry.
"Where to?"
"The closest thing I need are Standard book of spells grade three as well as other book, the bookshop is up here" Harry replied. Orval followed Harry yet constantly got aggravated when Harry got him to stop to look at meaningless objects.
"Those scales look pretty good; they're even made out dragon plate I wish I had some"
"You do; it's just made out of something practical"
"I could do with a new chess set to beat Ron with"
"Your chess skills are dependent not on your pieces but on your brain which I'm starting to feel concern about"
"Wow a firebolt"
"It's a broom what are you going to do with it sweep the floor?"
This recent obsession had Harry bolted to the glass almost captivated by it, Orval wished he had the authority to simply drag harry to the bookshop, it was only 1 store away.
"Do you think it's worth the asking price?" asked Harry amazed, Orval peered into the glass, in addition to the price ("on demand" just to be convenient) it consisted a list of specs that Orval would have expected to be on a car, not a cleaning utensil. Orval had a suspicion that wizards preferred a less practical or safe solution of attempting to balance on an enchanted stick rather than put their faith in safe cars. Maybe the magic in their blood addled their brains, in any case Orval was impatient with pointless wastes of time and so simply grabbed Harry by the shoulder and dragged him off. Harry quickly shook him off but got the message, they continued to weave through the crowds until reaching a small but crowded bookstore called Flourish and Bolts, or something along those lines. He was bad at names.
Entering the store, it appeared that the wizards had a similar thought about this as they did everything else. One of everything, not that things were plentiful, but rather that there was only one of everything. There was one bank, one hospital, one school and apparently only one bookstore in the entire country, which made the room extremely overcrowded. Augmenting the biomec to be slightly taller and more muscular than before he started to surge his way to get to the counter. So turning around to face Harry he noticed something on a shelf nearby, Harry himself was still struggling through the crowd so he took the book and payed for it at the counter, he then hid it under the coat and grew organic wrapping paper around it with a small bow made from vine. He now knew what Harry's birthday present would be.