As you look up at the brightly incarnadine lettered wooden sign above the weather beaten door, you swear a flurry of, what looks to be, butterflies has swarmed together to form the words " All things Magical". Outside the shop sits an odd looking elderly man carving on some wood and you swear you hear him say" Ollivander's is on the next street", but when you look at him he doesn't acknowledge you.
Opening the door you are greeted with a refreshing lemon scent that seems to whisk a sense of invigoration through you and you are suddenly excited to see the wares of the store. The room reminds you of stepping into a forest glen with its wooden interior, and perhaps the live tree in the center of the room has something to do with that, either way the room looks bigger on the inside then it does on the outside. You pause for a moment to get your bearings and see that there are elaborately carved walls displaying magical creatures and hallways seemingly appear when you read the words marked "wands", "cauldrons", and then from under the word "Faery " a door opens and out steps who you suspect to be the proprietor of the shop, judging by the apron she has on and the forest creatures hiding in her hair.
She smiles at you and, as she shakes the fairies from her hair, laughingly says ," those fairies can be quite the hard bargainers, for fun loving little creatures they take their business quite seriously! I've been trying to negotiate for wings and they tell me that wings are worth more then gold feathers or diamonds." As the fairies fly away, the proprietor spreads open her arms in a welcoming gesture and welcomes you to her shop.