"There you are!" Protego exclaimed at the sight of the spider. He stooped down, barely mindful of the employee standing on the chair, eyes only on the spider. "Come here, you--Ow!" Protego jolted back as his hand, which had been reaching for the thing, got caught in... well, the gears that were currently in the place where mouth parts would be on a real spider.

Shaking his hand and grimacing, he turned to the pair of shop employees and asked, "Could I trouble you for something to put it in? A bag, maybe?"

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