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A fortnight after the divination shop opens, Tom Riddle sends Rosier the younger to investigate it. He’s seen many people come and go from the shop while he works across the way in Borgin and Burkes, and he’s heard…whispers that whoever runs the shop truly can divine the future. Tom wants to create his own future, but if someone can be persuaded to provide information that would make his rise to power easier…well, Tom wouldn’t mind that.
Later that evening, Tom views the memory of Rosier’s visit to the shop. He’s surprised by the lack of the typical tools for divination lining the shelves; instead, there seems to be all manner of random magic items and potions ingredients, a few books, and even a few used wands. The man behind the counter doesn’t smile or even greet Rosier; he only watches Rosier take in the shop, his bright green eyes following his moves curiously like he’s unfamiliar with the way a person might look around a shop. There’s something terribly…unsettling about the man’s stillness as he waits behind the counter, his eyes–too green, like shining emeralds, like glitter, like… like the killing curse–the only part of him that moves.
Rosier inspects items for about twenty minutes before finally turning to the man, and as soon as he steps close, the man’s eyes seem to glaze over for a moment, his head tilting slightly. Rosier only watches the man back, clearly uncomfortable, and then Rosier startles slightly when the man stands and rounds the counter. He steps over to a tray of bracelets and picks out a gaudy golden monstrosity embedded with many types of crystals.
“Three galleons,” the man says, once he has returned to his seat behind the counter and set the bracelet in front of him. Rosier eyes the hideous bracelet in disgust, then looks back at the man as though he’s just revealed he’s muggleborn.
“No thank you,” Rosier manages to grit out.
The man grins, and it’s a threatening, feral thing, like a predator showing his teeth to warn away challengers.
“A stolen piano,” the man says through his grin, and his voice seems to echo strangely in the shop. Rosier can’t hide his shudder.
“Right,” Rosier says slowly, eyeing the man and the bracelet, before spinning around and darting out of the room.
Tom lets his other Knights view the memory, and none of them can make any sense of what they saw. Rosier the elder eyes his brother warily, but only shrugs when Tom asks the table if they have any ideas.
Two days later, a thief dies in Diagon Alley. He lost concentration while attempting to apparate a grand piano, and he managed to splinch himself–and the piano–and bungled his landing so badly he landed directly in front of a bookshop instead of in the alley behind his apartment, which is where aurors suspected he was aiming. His bungled landing and splinching were so severe, he managed to take two people with him: a woman just coming out of the shop with her purchases and Rosier the younger. All three people died horribly. Their bodies were cremated, and the piano, which had somehow become resistant to magic after the splinching, was burned with the bodies imbedded in it.
Though Tom clearly wanted more information, none of the Knights volunteered to visit the shop again.