Harry was moving before he’d even had time to consciously think about it, his mind focussed on the sound of gradually degrading piano solos. Stepping into the shop, he was greeted by the music of a brass band, and Harry gained the immediate impression that he didn’t quite belong. There were certainly no other students in this shop, and the only other customer was currently in deep discussion with the shop owner (who Harry presumed was Dominic Maestro) about an enormous, gleaming grand piano. Maestro’s eyes met his over the shoulder of his current customer, and Harry gave him a polite nod, before he turned his attention to the rest of the shop, increasingly convinced that he wouldn’t find what he wanted here. Working his way to the back of the shop, following the sound of the music, Harry eyed the instruments he passed curiously - most he recognised, but there were a few that he had never seen before in his life, including one that appeared to be just but a thin metal aerial hovering a centimetre or so above a flat oval marble disk.