Due to the explosion, Breccan had been busy. He made frequent checks on both the store and the rest of High Street to see how things were going, picking up a few odd jobs at times on his way. He'd nearly forgotten about the Hogsmeade Market that occurred so often, and when he saw people standing around he was nearly confused before he recalled.

Hogsmeade was much different to London, but then again London was much different to his home in Ireland where he'd lived until he was ten. He perused some of the stalls, though he didn't much intend to purchase anything--with Ollivander's out for a week since the explosion, he doubted he was getting paid as normal, though he had a few knuts and sickles saved up for just the purpose of buying something nice, though he was hesitant to part with them.

He was thinking of something sweet as he browsed through the carts, though he wasn't too sure he was going to actually do anything about it. Perhaps he would be able to haggle with one of the owners of the carts or booths.

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