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I step into the wand shop and take a deep breath, loving the scent of wand and polish. There"s always something exciting about being here, like it"s going to unlock some magical potential I had no idea I had. Or in this case, Azíl"s. "Good afternoon, welcome to Dryson"s, how can I help you?" the witch behind the counter asks with an incredibly fake smile. I hope my customer service mask is better than hers. "We have an appointment under Amazigh," I say, glancing at Azíl to check he"s okay and finding him completely lost in looking around the shop. I don"t think I blame him. This is the first time he"ll have seen somewhere like this. "Ah, yes, why don"t you come through to the back, we"ll get you sorted," she says. "Azíl?" I ask for his attention. "Hmm?" "Do you want to go alone, or