The squat, bandy-legged man with long, straggly, ginger hair jumped and dropped an ancient suitcase, which burst open, releasing what looked like the entire contents of a junk shop window.
And so my first experiments in that direction were, I had a collection of broken tape recorders, which I just got from junk shops, or thrift stores, as you might say.
And in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, wonky brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power.
I have a lovely spade that I bought in a junk shop, and it's got a beautiful wooden handle, but it needs oiling, and I keep looking at it and think, I must oil that spade.