Protego looked up when the door to the shop opened, and honestly, his first thought was that the child was lost. They didn't get many children in the shop, unless they were accompanying an adult. Or once he'd had a very confused Hogwarts student looking for padding for quidditch and Protego had had to send them down the street to Quality Quidditch Supplies.

At the girl's insistence that she wasn't a thief, Protego raised his eyebrows. "May I help you?" he intoned dryly.

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