A whole new world

[Phoenix Levon Scamander]

"Yep, for one we have our own shopping areas here full of little shops and services dedicated to magic stuff. The most popular one is called Diagon Alley and is in the central London. It would be a great place to start," Phoenix sounded more and more excited a he spoke. But then he thought that if Sam's dad didn't know about magic or was opposed to it, it wouldn't be a good idea to take him that deep into the hidden society right away. Then he gasped lightly, and added, "Actually, my mum owns a magic shop in central London on Charing Cross Road. It's not hidden and is for both muggles and wizardkind because it's under our Ministry's regulations and sells only books and things that aren't dangerous in non-magical hands. Your dad may have noticed it, it's called Moody Broomstick. We could start from there and then move on to the hidden area that is right across the street. Do you think your dad would take you to my mum's shop or let you come with us?"

His own parents certainly wouldn't let him go somewhere with people they haven't even met but they would accompany him to some places he really wanted to go. Phoenix just hoped Sam's dad wasn't the most uptight kind of a muggle that he had sometimes met but would amuse his child by taking him to places even if he thought them dumb or something.

"Excuse me," a young man's voice came from a few feet behind Sam when Phoenix had barely finished talking. Phoenix looked up, startled by how important the man looked in a grey suit and a tie and hair drowning in styling gel. For a moment he thought this was some Ministry employee about to tell him off for talking about these things with someone who sounded like a muggle who didn't know. That would have been extremely unlucky indeed, but then the boy registered the man's friendly tone and expression that looked curious and not cross.
"Where did you buy that mole? My son wants a pet that no one of his friends have and I can't find anything special enough in pet shops." Phoenix just stared for a while, first thinking how this man looked and sounded exactly like a certain type of a parent and then racking his brain for a good answer. Usually he just said that he didn't buy Gibson but brought him home from a camping trip a few years ago after finding him orphaned as a bsby. But this time he didn't want to risk wild animals getting torn from their natural habitat and given to some kid that might not even care for it properly.
"Umm... From America," he then said, quite convinceingly but added some partly true information in an effort to make it more so as he didn't want to seem rude by obviously lying to someone who was just asking an innocent question. "My dad brought him for me a couple of years ago, so I can't really remember from where exactly."

He began to doubt if this actually saved any wild moles. But even if this man was a globe trotting business man or something, he would surely have to search for a while to find a mole for sale, perhaps even in America. Perhaps long enough to give up and get his son something else.


[The man is a random NPC I improvised just now so feel free to write him if you want.]