As I walked down the cobblestone street 'I'm not really sure why they call it an alley.' I looked at the scenes around me. This was nothing like what I'd seen in the movies.

  The street itself was a little short of fifteen meters in width. A little further ahead, stalls started appearing, each one set up in the middle of the street, with openings on both sides.

  Shops, cafes, and restaurants littered both sides of the street. Said buildings were all made in different haphazard shapes. Not only were they an assortment of all kinds of different styles from around the world, but many of them didn't look like the should be stable.

  As I was passing by a shop that looked like a medieval rendition of a tech store, I decided to take a look inside.

  I imagine this is how the Doctor's companions felt the first time they stepped into the TARDIS.

  Inside, the shop wasn't decorated very well. If anything, it looked more like a warehouse for storing trinkets. Shelves on shelves on shelves of trinkets reached impossible heights, and I'm not saying this because I'm short either… I'm still growing.

  In my senses, every one of these artifacts was vibrating the Mana-field with its own frequency, like listening to a symphony. I closed my eyes, focusing on my mana sense. The vibrations told stories about their source, what they did, how old they were, who made them—though all of this was, of course, nothing but a vague feeling for me. I can tell which one was made earlier than the other, but I can't really get their age in years let alone months or days. I can tell they were all made by the same two, or rather three, people, but I wouldn't be able to pick them out in a room full of people. I could tell what they did with the same accuracy that I can detect another's use of transfiguration—where I know it was cast, but I wouldn't know what was changed unless I saw it firsthand. Or afterwards for that matter.

  I kept a library of all the different vibrations in my mind. After all, as long as I can figure out the feeling of each one, I could potentially use the charm myself.

  I was strolling around, making sure to observe as many different artifacts as I could. After some time, I saw a section of the shop empty of shelves. As I got closer, I saw an assortment of tables and chairs full of different devices and contraptions on top of them, in a collection I could only call… a workshop.

  Within said workshop, a young girl of about seventeen years was working on something with her back to me.

  As I got closer, I noticed a desk on my side of the workshop with a bell on it and nothing else. If it was anyone else, they would have likely rung the bell to get her attention so they could attend their business, but not me.

  I still remember those nights when I would suddenly get new ideas that I had to verify immediately, or when I'd get lost in my work and forget to eat for days in my workshop. I admit it's not healthy, but at the time, there was nothing I hated more than to be interrupted when I was in the zone.

  Thankfully, based on her surroundings, I could guess that she was probably nearing the end of this episode—maybe another half an hour.

  About twenty minutes of looking and sometimes touching artifacts later, the woman's body language relaxed. 'Looks like she's done.' I thought, making my way over to the workshop once more. I wanted to go to Gringotts first, but since I'm already here, I might as well ask.

  As she was admiring her work, I walked to the desk, got on my tiptoes, and rang the bell.

  "Eeek." The woman jumped in her seat, all cute-like, and turned her rotating chair around to face me, except she didn't see me. I, standing to the side of the desk, cleared my throat.

  "Hi, I wanted to buy an enchanted storage item. I wonder if you have any?" I said with a friendly tone as she turned her head to look at me.

  Her eyes bulged at my sight as if I was an elephant in a china shop. "Oh my god! A cute little girl!!" She squealed. I frowned.

  "This is clearly a potions accident," I said, slightly annoyed. 'Just wait until I upgrade my perception filter, you'll see who's little.'

  Well, I say upgrade, but the difference is like realizing a stick no longer works, so you make a lightsaber. So more like making one—not even a new one, just making one now, since before, I hadn't really made anything, as much as I was just shoving people out and calling it a force field.

  Her face changed from surprise to panic and then to barely contained embarrassment, as she tried and failed to put on a mask of indifference. 'Heh, cute.'

  "Sorry for my outburst," she said with what I can only imagine she considered her cool voice. "Welcome to Sam & Al's. You can call me Sam. What was it you said you were here for?"

  "I wanted a storage item," I repeated, looking her over once more. She was wearing a fitted white tank top and green cargo pants with a pair of steel-toed shoes. On her head, she had a pair of enchanted goggles resting on her blonde hair. Overall, she looked more like a steampunk mechanic than a wizard alchemist.

  "Oh, yeah, we've got lots of those," she said with a smile as all semblance of professionalism evaporated from her face. "Did you have any sort of preference on size or shape or anything else I can use to narrow down your choices?" She looked happy to be talking about her creations.

  I smiled. A creator who loves their craft is way more likely to make something worthwhile rather than one doing it for money. "I want something small, something I can keep on myself at all times without it being awkward."

  "Ok, great," she said happily, going to another work table. She entered some words on a keyboard-looking item and waited.

  My mouth opened due to the mana resonance from the keyboard-looking thing lighting up the entire space. Not literally, of course. I meant with answering resonance and a curtain of mana washing over almost the entirety of the shop/warehouse.

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  After several moments, ten different mana currents connected from somewhere in the basement to the ten now floating objects, bringing them to the workshop.

  Seeing my open mouth, Sam helpfully answered, "This baby here," she said to me as she tested her hand on the keyboard. "Is my invention. I can give it a name or a description for something, and it will find anything in the shop that matches it, bringing it here." I was impressed, though the only reason someone like her would make this is probably because she misplaced things a lot.

  "I used to lose things a lot, and Accio isn't very gentle, so Alec, my cousin, suggested I just make something to solve my problem." I looked at her again. 'Called it.'

  Ten white orbs gently landed on the desk, turning into items hidden by pieces of cloth. 'Wow, she has a sense for theatrics too, wouldn't have guessed.' I climbed the chair in front so that I could see the items on it. As soon as I stood on the chair, Sam picked up one of the items and started introducing it.

  The first item was a tiny matchbox-sized coffin. "This," She said holding it in front of me for better view, "I call coffinett. You know, like cigarette? No? Anyways, this thing can hold a dynamic volume of 5000 cubic meters. You'll never find something so good of this size except for personal dimensions, but as you surely know, those are illegal to make unlicensed, and even with a license, you can't buy them without a permit from the ministry."

  'Hmm, that tidbit about the personal dimensions was interesting, but putting that aside for now, I'm not actually sure if this size is good or not.' "What does dynamic volume mean?"

  "Oh, basically, a static volume means your container has rigid inside dimensions—usually a cube or, most times, an enlarged copy of the container itself. Dynamic volume, however, means that every time you put something in, only the object's volume is deducted from the total volume you have available, and you're not limited to a certain length when storing objects, only their volume, in this case, 5000 cubic meters."

  I looked it over again. "Well, the container size is good enough. Is this the largest one you have in terms of volume?"

  "Yeah, it's the largest, except…" She said, looking conflicted about something.

  "Except?" I pressed.

  "Well, you can only put recently dead matter in it, and even for that, if you pass a certain time limit, instead of ejecting it out, it will just vanish it."

  I looked at her stupefied. Why would she show me such a useless item? "W-well, it's good for getting rid of bodies, you know?"

  We continued staring at each other until she asked averted her eyes continued with the next item as if nothing's wrong.

  "This one was made by Alec," she said, showing me a black cloth half the size of a napkin. "It's not exactly a storage item as much as it's a portal to an enclosed space that you can access through it." She continued, this one's more hopeful, also the spatial magics were fascinating. Right as I was getting my hopes up, she continued, "You just have to be careful since it's only a napkin. If it tears, the portal will self-destruct."

  I stared at her again, wondering if she's joking with me. When it was clear that she was serious, I sighed, pinching the base of my nose. "So let me get this straight, I asked you for a storage item, and you're giving me a bomb?"

  She looked reluctant answering, "Hey, it's not—" "It's a bomb," I cut her off. Seriously, I already died once from spatial implosion. I'm not eager to try again. "Also, put that thing away, please, and get rid of it, preferably when I'm far, far away."

  "Ok, I can see you're not really fond of this one, but I promise you'll like the next one," she said.

  "I doubt it," I whispered under my breath. She then put down the napkin without any care in the world, causing my heart to jump to my throat.

  Next, she brought me a fishbowl. 'What?' The bowl was full, with an orange Betta swimming inside.

  "This here," she said, pointing at the fish with excitement, "is Betty. You know, 'cause she's a Betta? No? Alright. Anyway, she's what you could call a living enchanted item. Basically, I enchanted a live fish and now," she paused for dramatic effect, "she's immortal. Well, she can be killed, but she won't age. As for its specs, she has 4000 cubic meters of dynamic volume, 1500 of which can be put in stasis based on your needs."

  She was really trying to sell it. Honestly, this thing is impressive—based on what I remember from Morgana, enchanting living beings is nigh impossible,—unless you're using a ritual to give them enchanted like affects, but that's different —and she's made it with time related enchantment here as well which is supposed to be impossible without Time sand. But this isn't what I asked for.

  "Um, listen, this is impressive and all, but—" before I could finish, she interrupted me, saying, "Oh, don't worry about taking care of it. The fishbowl is also an enchanted item; it'll keep the fish alive and well taken care of basically forever, though you might need to have it checked out every decade or so. Of course, the bowl is on the house."

  "No, listen, this isn't what I asked for. I wanted something small," I said, emphasizing with my hands.

  "Oh well, the bowl is big, but Betty would even fit in your pock— I might need to change some settings in my search engine." '?'

  "You do that. But first, please just show me something normal." I was starting to regret trying to buy something in here.

  "Well, if you want boring—ehhem, normal," I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that. "There's this pocket watch," she said, taking out a full hunter bronze mechanical pocket watch. It was quite simple in design, but to me, it was beautiful. Not only the body itself, with that subtle tick that showed it didn't just look like a watch, but the magic I could sense from it too. Actually, in terms of magic, the fish was probably the best, but the second best is this one.

  "This is one of the first storage artifacts I ever made successfully. It has about 500 cubic meters of static space in the shape of a cube."

  "I'll take it," I said. I don't really care about the rest of the items, as the feelings I got from them were nowhere as good as this one. As long as this can fit some books for me to take home, any other problems I can solve by learning alchemy. It was one of my goals regardless.

  "Are you sure?" she asked, raising one of her eyebrows. "It doesn't even have dynamic space; you'll waste a lot of volume and things can interact with each other in this storage."

  I waited some more. "Huh? Nothing else?" I asked, skeptical.

  "Hmm? No, just that. Are you sure you want it? You might want to check out the other ones too. There's this one; it's my second favorite of this batch after Betty—"

  Before she could launch into another monolog about her weird preferences for storage items, I cut her off.

  "YES, I'M SURE." I yelled to get her attention. "How much would it be?"

  "This one is cheaper since I don't like it much, so… 90 Galleons. You might think it's expensive, but I assure you you'll not find another item of this size for this price." She said as she put the watch in front of me on the desk.

  "Ok. Do you accept gold? I was kinda on my way to the bank before coming in here." I said, putting my hand in my jacket's pocket and transfiguring some of the gold back before pulling it back and putting it on the counter.

  "Sure, just let me get this." She said, pulling out another device from under the desk, this one looking like a scale. "This will both measure the value of any gold on it and verify it's real. I tried to sell some to Gringotts, but they didn't want it." As she was caressing the device, she continued, "Heh, those shitty goblins think they're too good for my darlings."

  After a moment, it was like she just remembered she wasn't alone. "Sorry, I got distracted." She looked embarrassed for a moment before taking the gold and putting it on the scale. "Ok, I separated one and a half ounces for the price." She said, handing me back the rest of my gold. 'So it's about 60 Galleons per ounces? That would mean each Galleon is worth about five pounds? Those buses are expensive.'

  In the end, I took the watch, put it in my pocket next to the gold, and bid the eccentric alchemist goodbye.

  'Somehow, I'm already tired,' I thought with a sigh as I walked out the door back out to the street. 'No more distractions. Next stop, Gringotts.'