Ivan let out a lazy bark in response to February's call. The dog laid, curled up in an armchair to the right of the counter. A rather fluffy tabby snuggled right on top of him, and the pair appeared as if they weren't about to budge anytime soon. The bark was to alert Zach that someone might need his assistance, but Ivan tended to put in the least amount of effort possible. He would make the most terrible guard dog.

"I'll be right with you!"

The voice came from behind a rather large stack of books that sat piled on a table set behind the counter. The sound of a quill scratching on parchment resumed shortly after, and it wasn't until there was a sneeze that he emerged with a small, twine wrapped stack of books. He placed them over in the pile of orders to be picked up by patrons.

"Ah, Miss Ly--Mrs. Umbridge! I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." The name slip-up was likely noticeable. It always took him some time to adjust when ladies were married to use their new surname, especially when they had often frequented his shop. News of their marriage had reached his ears, since many of his older patrons tended to gossip endlessly. He, of course, paid it all little mind. He absorbed the information and merely took it in stride.

Eying the stack set on the counter, he beamed, already taking stock of all the titles Febs had picked out. "Wonderful choices! That one is especially popular these days. I'm having a difficult time keeping it on the shelves." He gestured toward the novel on the top.

"Will that be all for today, or are you looking for anything else in particular?" While he spoke, one of Whizzhard's resident cats sauntered its way across the counter, intent on inspecting February's collection of books. Its curiosity was moreso about whether or not it could balance itself on top, rather than how interesting the books were.