A bell jingles softly as I push open the door to McBrymont’s Storage Supplies, a small shop with walls covered in flowery wallpaper and stuffed to the brim with various bags and containers, all enchanted, obviously. I make straight for the desk, lifting my arms up high to deposit my money bag on the counter with a heavy thunk. There’s a man behind it, white-haired with a big scratchy-looking beard.