It wasn't uncommon for it to be raining. It was refreshing, yes, but it made business slow. Slow business was bad for running businessmen, to tell you the truth. Currently, the fast paced businessman was whistling in the rain, on his way to his shop. How he found himself in the situation-- the one with the wetness and the thunder claps-- was a mystery, but how he planned to get himself out was an easy solution. The man walked towards a run-down old shop, and pulled out a set of keys. Now, I don't know about you, but unless you couldn't tell, the businessman was in charge of this business. The business was cleverly named, aswell. The name of the shop on 3366 Order Avenue was cleverly called The Stumble In. The reason the name was so clever to the businessman was that people would quite literally stumble in with their problems. Let it be, 'My wife wants a divorce!' or, 'My husband put a hex on me!' or, the ever revolting, 'I want so-and-so to be my wife, but so-and-so doesn't love me!'. You see, the business man was a very peculiar one. He ran a magic shop, and practiced magic terribly. He was skilled in the arts of summoning and witchery, and that's why his middle name is (cleverly named) Salem. Aedian Salem Anderson walked into the doors of The Stumble In one rainy Saturday night, and he wasn't all too happy about the rainy part. The man cleared his red hair from his freckled face, and closed the door. Aedian sighed, and swished his fingers, muttering something under his breath. In a flash, almost as flashy as the lightning, the candles in the store flickered on, and the sign in the front of the shop flipped from 'Closed' to 'Open'. Just like that! The man groaned, because he absolutely hated his job, and he sat down behind the desk. The businessman rubbed his temples, his eyes, pulled up a sleeve of his, looked at his watch, pushed the sleeve down, and thought faintly that his pants were indeed chafing him. Aedian rested his head on the desk, and groaned. He hated his job so much. No because he didn't enjoy it, no, it was just the people. Oh, the God-Forsaken people! Aedian angrily changed his pants, and his shirt. He was now wearing a simple pair of black pants, a black beanie and a green sweater. He looked like a chump, sure, but atleast he didn't have to wear a 'witches' hat. He only wore one to control his curly red mop. It wasn't long after he was dressed again that the loud pecking began to sound on his window. He looked over, and saw that it was a simple crow. But not just any simple crow, it was his simple crow. He cracked a smile, and went over to let the wet bird in. The crow was larger than a simple crow should be, and in it's beak held a wonderful golden necklace. Obviously stolen, but that isn't important now. Aedian tucked the necklace in the desk pocket, and the simple crow found it's perch. The Stumble In was officially open for business, but no one was headed there anytime soon. Maybe it was because the shop was like one from those old horror movies-- hanging plants, odd things lost to the earth, and even more. It gave off this aura that you weren't suppose to be there, and really, you weren't. He made sure that it looked like it, too, because he didn't want people inside. It was a very peculiar predicament, sure, but it somehow drew more people in than it did repel them. Aedian lit a cigarette, and spread it's ashes near the corner of his desk. To, you know, repel them further. The ginger pulled the cigarette from his mouth, and rested his head on the desk, and groaned even louder, this time. He hated his job so damn much. He was ready to give up for the day, and close the joint, but... That's when he walked in.