It was the name that had appealed to Maddie more than anything, collectors playhouse what a curious name for a shop! she thought perhaps it might be the sort of place to sell curious, or second hand nic nacks- the sort of place were - for example one of those pictish cursed objects might find its way into the market. Following her little meeting at the pub Maddie had a renewed vigour to find out as much as she possibly could about the objects which were posing such a pronounced threat to the public.

The store was crowded and the air was close, more than just the expected cluster of too many bodies on a busy day. She overheard another lady talking about the air flow and she had to agree. MAddie was all too aware of the heat and lack of fresh tasting air within a very short period of time. As the air grew stale with the press of bodies, the rising panic in the room was palpable. Maddie didn't remove her wand from its place in her pocket but she did tighten her fingers around her - and debated aparating on the spot.