With a crack, Amelia apparated outside the post office. She rearranged her robes awkwardly, hating the wizarding attire, but knowing this was the price of fitting in. With her long hair still up in her bun, she looked very ordinary in the surroundings but to her, she felt so out of place. She entered the shop, looking around at all of the magnificent owls all about her, but wrinkling her nose slightly as the smell was quite overpowering.

She noticed a man sat on a stool, dozing behind the counter and smiled to herself. 'Aww, bless him,' she thought. She went over to Steven and motioned to approach the counter.

"Excuse me," she said gently to the postman, hoping it was loud enough to stir him but not startle him.