Nott Your Usual Sorta Customer

Things have sure slowed down since Hogwarts started back up. Now we only get the post-hogwart crowd during the day, and the little primaries in the late afternoons, whining for Mum and Dad to get 'em stuff. We give Miles the later shifts, he's better with them ickles--more patience. We would be gettin ready for orders to come in, only Miles' uncle wound up in Mungos today and 'e wanted to go see 'im. So I'm coverin' his shift while the Clone's in the back countin' stock of our owl-order boxes.

I glance up as the door opens and a tall wizard with dark hair and eyes comes in looking as if he couldn't be more out of his depth if he tried. Though he hides it well with a body language that keeps everyone at a distance. He seems vaguely familiar though I couldn't say where from.

I see Trudes notice him and smirk to 'erself. She starts toward 'im. "Well, Theo. Has certainly been a while, eh?"

( Surprise, surprise )