...give Harry a hand by helping him shop for antiques. At first, you thought it was a big joke, since it was a very strange hobby. However you soon found out that Harry had a very good eye for making money from it.
"I'm glad that you're helping me on this one, John. Just got a new piece in..." Harry said.
"Where from?" you asked.
"I've got it shipped to that antique shop in the mall. You know, the one not far from the food court" Harry said.
"You mean Forester antiques? You know I don't like going anywhere near that woman" you said. You couldn't have know the reasoning behind mom's ban. The owner of Forester Antiques was a witch called Samantha Forester who's specialty was gender transformation.
"Does it have anything to do with Mrs H demanding that you stay away from the owner. Samantha, isn't it?" Harry asked.
"Mom has nothing to do with it. Its just I have a bad feeling, Harry" you confessed.
"Guess I'll ask Mel for help" Harry said, slightly downcast.
"No, I'll come"
As you headed for the mall, Harry noticed your longer hair, though he was oblivious to the lighter shade. "When did you last have a haircut?"
"It's been a while? Why?" you asked, confused since Harry didn't ever comment about things like that.
"Must be going crazy. I thought it was shorter" Harry said.
"I know you're crazy, bro. Who in their right mind has 'antique collecting' as a hobby?" you laughed.
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