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He would be truly tickled to know that she was under the impression that he had lost any of his owls. He had never misplaced one since his university days when he had botched the address on an owl he was sending from Hogwarts. Determined little creature, the owl had not returned until it had found the destination which, was to say, never.
Entirely unintentional and he had only been 16 at the time.
"I...pardon?" he asked cordially at the mention of...salads? Had she mistaken his establishment for the Leaky Cauldron? That would certainly be a first. "Ah not. I'm afraid not. This here behind me is the finest postal service the wizarding world has to offer, the Owl Post. Which also offers custom stationary and hand whittled wooden wax seal stamps created by yours truly," he explained, his hand resting across his chest as he bowed slightly from the waist. "If it's hats your seeking, you'll be wanting to stop by Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Opposite end of the Alley."
This was going marvelously well. Was it too late to just disapparate herself right into a lake somewhere? She wasn't bright or interesting or casually disinterested or anything but acting the idiot. Grace tilted her chin up and gave him a chilly look that she'd learned from her mother.
We are not amused.
"I suppose I could examine this custom stationary. I actually already own a hat. All the hats." Yes, of course. She was the hat tyrant of England and all the hats were in her maniacal clutches. "Shall we go inside?"