Opening up the box with shooting stars was a more difficult task than what he had first thought and the first year guessed that it was probably charmed in some way. He was about to place it back down on the shelf when a voice made him look to the side. "Shooting stars!" he said enthusiastically as he held the box in front a guy his own age. "I think they're more like fireworks though" he said with a disappointed sigh when he had stopped to think that it was probably impossible to catch a shooting star even as a wizard.

Another voice behind him made him turn around, hoping it wasn't a shopkeeper again. He had had enough trouble in other shops. "I'm not a kid" he said . "I'm eleven which means i'm a pre-teen" he admitted that that sounded worse than kid but hey. Facts."I want to" he said as he held out the box n front of the older student's face this time and rattled it again. "But i can't get it open, can you open it for me?" he asked as innocently as possible which did not match the grin that formed on his face for a second.