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Miguel had given up closing his mouth, allowing it to stay open in pure amazement, since he'd stepped through the Leaky Cauldron's back courtyard and into Diagon Alley—but this? This was something else entirely.
The bell above the door to Ollivanders gave a soft, almost delicate chime as he pushed it open with his shoulder, already half-turned to snap a photo over it. The camera clicked rapidly in his hands—click, click, click—capturing the narrow shop, the impossibly tall shelves, the dust that seemed to hang in the air like it had been there for centuries.
"Okay, no, this is crazy," he said aloud, voice echoing just a bit too loudly. "There's no way this is real. This is like—this is like a movie set, but it's not—"
Another click. He tilted the lens upward, trying to catch the towering stacks of wand boxes that seemed to go on forever.
He took a few careful steps forward, shoes creaking faintly against the wooden floor, head constantly turning as if he might miss something if he stayed focused on one thing too long. The camera rose again almost instinctively. Click.
"That one's gonna look SO COOL," he muttered to no one in particular, adjusting the dial. "Wait. Do magical places mess with film? Ay, what if it does? What if all my pictures come out blank or, like, haunted or something?"
He froze for half a second because something had just brushed his shoulder. Slowly, Miguel turned. "Uhh..."
A measuring tape—thin, yellowed, and very much moving on its own—was winding its way up his arm.
"¡DIOS MÍO!" he blurted, half-laughing, half-panicking as he instinctively snapped a photo of it mid-motion. "IT'S—IT'S ALIVE!"
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