John Constantine and The Useless Magic Rock

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(Ok, so I was playing the Hogwarts Mystery game and made singlehandedly the best choice for a last name😂🙏😭 I'll put more pics below)

John walked through the beaded draping from the door's frame.

He'd found the place while scoping for either magic, dark energy or some shot up druggie who didn't have a decent filter.

Guess which one he got to first?

Apparently, the guy Richard(who sadly reminded him of Gary), said that 'Dis little shop uh...d-down the road or so sells the craziest shit! From-from the uh bad board games, you know that haunted thing, the uh...uh..Oujia or whatever right, to like the sick crap like pig guts!'

So obviously he had to give it a shot.

And also, another thing-'down the road or so' turned into an 8 block walk before he found what the doped up asshole was describing.

'O-oh and sometimes they have bets an-and games for certain things in the back room, I've only been there like once I swear! It was a-a friend of mine who took me-'

Great.
The store's front was as shady as the product, the only reason why they probably got away with this is that the store's location was on the city's lesser taken cared for side, oh you know-like the outskirts where you know funky shit happens often.

John might not've been to London in a while, but in his experience, majority of cities were like this.

"Hey kid-The hell you think you're doin here?! Don't you know what kinda place this is?" A woman spoke to him, more annoyed that a child was here instead of a potential client over his wellbeing as a minor.

John smirked through his own irritation, "Yes luv, and if you don't mind-"
He semi-pushed past her, gaining a bewildered gaze to his moving form.

To John, this rundown place had the 'convenience store' look going for it.

Shelves standing taller than he was, row to row, jam packed with all sorts of things.

Many of which-were surprisingly useful to him.
Glancing around for cameras or an audience, weary of a man in a jean jacket and hat who wasn't looking toward him, grimacing at whatever item he held. John pocketed a few things he made his way down to the back room.

One of those objects-A brass knuckle bar with carved in crosses was stuffed inside, it wasn't gold but it'll do.
Going for quite a bit of cash too.

John leaned against the door, hearing a commotion of different conversation before shuffling inside.

Thanks to being smaller, he wasn't noticed, or at least ignored, by most. This little gambling room was easily as big as the main store, perhaps wider too.

"-Come on Matt! Our implore said to pick out somethin good and I think that book will be perfect for his needs!"

"What? What book-OH! The Bible lookin thingy, gotcha! Oh I mean sure, I guess. Did the boss say anything in particular?"
John peered over to the conversation, 'Bible' huh?

A tall, well structure brunette stood next to a shorter and more pudgier dirty blonde, Matt, John assumes.

They stood over a poker table of some sort, a game seemed close to starting.

"Nope! Just something expensive looking to con with."

"And he said to come here?"