At least she wasn't the only one who seemed out of place here! If the slight wear in his clothes hadn't given away his less-than-wealthy status, his stumbling with his words most certainly did. Not that it really mattered; he seemed sweet and genuine and his name was Mr. Thomas Tilcott? Though by no means a follower of the sport so many gentleman and ladies seemed to be entertained by, it was difficult to escape the names of some of the society celebrities when their name popped up during the Professional Quidditch Tournament a few months back. She nearly had the names of all seven Puddlemere players ingrained in her mind, and she was nearly certain this gentleman was their chaser!

"A quidditch player, huh," she responded curiously, looking up at him with a tilted head. Those sorts were not usually the sorts that enjoyed these kind of shops, so his presence peaked her curiosity. "My name's Helga Scamander," she responded in introduction, lowering her head ever-so-slightly while maintaining eye contact in a playful greeting.

She lifted a single brow, a subtle message that she was looking for some sort of entertaining explanation, though the expression didn't last for long. A smile broke out on her face, and she had to suppress a little giggle. "It is quite pretty; should I assume you don't frequent this establishment?"