Victoria nodded, glad to hear that things were well with her friend’s potioneering business, her smile softening at the mention of missing the hustle and bustle of High Street. Having spent most of her life living above her parents’ shop, the flurry of activity on Hogsmeade’s business strip was all she knew, and Tori suspected that she would also miss it once she left home too.

“I can imagine,” she remarked understandingly, slipping her hands into the pockets of her dark coat, eyeing the ice cream line. They were getting steadily closer to the booth now. “Well, if you happen to ever get too lonely, you’re always welcome to visit us at the shop, if you’d like. Father acquired some new Jabberknolls, and will talk about them to anyone who’d listen.” She laughed, shaking her head fondly. Her father was always excited when they brought in new animals, regardless if they were already stocked or not.