“Well,” Tess said grandly – definitely joking – “next time I see you perhaps I’ll have taken up leisure flying. Quidditch, even.” Miss Owens would not know, though she may be able to guess, that Tess was not a born flier. First year at Hogwarts had made that clear enough, and she had never corrected that deficiency. She preferred to keep both her feet on the ground.

“But I’ll let you get on,” she added quickly, flushing a little for realising she was still loitering in the potioneer’s makeshift workshop, just chatting. (She would have cursed anyone who had done as much in the printshop.) “But it’s nice to know another. Businesswoman, I mean.”

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