Wedged between a broom-polishing parlour and a shop that sells shrieking kettles, Huffler’s Puffers smells faintly of burnt clove and cherrywood. Its proprietor, Mr Hubert Huffler, is a barrel-shaped man whose moustache is a shade lighter near his lips than his nostrils. He speaks in a slow, rolling rumble and insists on calling every customer "good lad" or "good lass", regardless of age. Huffler's Puffers specialises in flavoured tobbacos and smoking implements like hookahs and pipes that politely cough when you've had enough. For those new to the habit, Huffler stocks a line of polite puffs which are small, single-draw wands of vapour with a pleasing taste that dissolve upon smoking. Despite being aimed at newcomers, this product has become extremely popular with true addicts who want to get a quick puff in without being seen to smoke. Delinquent pupils of Penwick somehow manage to carry a steady supply of the one-off vapour wands which they sell to their impressionable peers at huge mark-ups.