May 2

Ollivander’s tape measure had just extended along his forearm when there was a crash from the other side of the shop; both men froze.

“Sorry!” called Tonks. “I, ah-”

“Miss Tonks,” Ollivander said in a carefully controlled tone, “I would take it as a great favour indeed if you would kindly wait outside.”

“I’ll just put these back, shall I?”

“Now.”

“Ah. Right.” A small bell tinkled somewhere overhead as she left.