Barking out an appreciative laugh, Becket just shook his head. "Was deputy head until my seventh year, such an asshole." Becks rather thought, for somebody who wasn't even forty at the time, had some kind of serious, sharp stick up his ass for no discernible reason. "I'll order a set and have it sent up to school for games." Somebody had to care about the school equipment, that was where he got all of his recruits after all.

Moving further into the shop, Becks stopped near the gloves. "Find a pair you like," As a man of considerable means, Becket tended to spend his own personal money making sure his numerous nieces and nephews were suitably spoiled; it was what solidified his position as Favorite Fun Uncle. He knew he had to pick up a broom for Rex too, but that could wait a bit until the chap was ready.