“I am afraid Mr Summers, I have no choice – I will arrive within the minute!”

Flaming Hecate!

With an impatient flick of his disheveled hair, the proprietor of the world-famous Triffic Truffles Chocolate Apothecary urgently set about concealing the very equipment that made his truffles quite so triffic.

Just why the Council was sending the Inspector over at all still wasn’t clear to Niall – he was using his talent to make people happy – no dangers, no side effects.

Usually…

Of course there had been the transfiguration debacle early on, and he still needed to balance out the addictive elements in the honeycomb caramels, but he was learning – so what, or who, had put the Council on his back?

He barely managed to levitate the tray of new passion fruit soft-centres into the store before a scented plume of lavender smoke announced the arrival of Mr Drew Cavendish, Illusion Enforcement.

Silently, the tweed-suited man looked around, and sniffed.

“There is cheatery in this eatery!”