The day of Rex’s departure was looming ever-closer and Orlando still wasn’t entirely sure he was prepared for it. Getting a cat had been one thing but his step-son was soon to be the proud owner of a wand of his own and Orlando had needed a moment at the breakfast table that morning to hide behind his Prophet till he could control the sudden slew of emotions that had overcome him.

Shedding a tear in private was one thing. Rex needed today to be a happy memory, not one overshadowed by him being an utter twerp.

"I'd forgotten the smell of this place," he muttered to nobody in particular, already feeling rather more emotionally invested than was necessary. The dim light of the wand shop worked to his advantage though. If his eyes began to glisten again he could simply put it down to dust and excuse himself.