fandomtownies | Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Monday

Coulson had only been here a few months, but he was happy with what he'd done with the place. He had a variety of wands, spell scrolls, and even a talking sword or two that were all locked up under magical key that couldn't even be opened without a written note from a paranoid dictator who certainly wouldn't want any of this stuff to be sold or used unless it was a dire emergency.

Of course, unless that dire emergency happened, no one would know that virtually everything in the shop was low-powered or for beginners. One of the talking swords only spoke Esperanto. The other had gone mute, and didn't have hands to sign with. Not that anyone could tell since their cases were sound-proofed.

Before coming up to open the shop for another saleless day, he made a quick stop in the hidden basement, where items of real power were kept. Not magical power. Firepower. It was part of Coulson's daily routine to polish one specific item that he was saving for the day he needed it. Whenever that day came - and it would come - he was going to need to be prepared. Once he had done that, he was ready to play his part.

Wellspring Arms was open. Coulson was around to let those loyal to Umbridge look at magical objects and maybe buy some flimsy information given to him by the Resistance, and make secret deals with Resistance members for non-magical weapons to be discussed in code and delivered in secret. Please, don't touch the glass.

[OOC: I couldn't sleep, so I wrote this. I mostly wanted to establish the Wellspring status quo this week, but the shop is of course open to visitors. Slow due to sleep (hopefully soon) and work, naturally.]