"Whizzhard Books."

He didn't see sense in lying about it. Zach was more likely to slip up if he gave his shop some strange code name. If Jo was a muggle, it would be highly unlikely she would have heard of it, nor would she be able to locate it. The odds of them crossing paths again was exceedingly slim. The muggle world was much larger, in a way.

"It's a strange name, really. My predecessor was an eccentric fellow with an odd sense of humor, but I was determined to keep the name in his honor." Gregory Horton had, of course, died some four years ago, victim of The Laughing Plague. With no children of his own, he had been sure to pass on his legacy to Zach.

"My customers are from all over. They have such a wide range of interest that I'm always searching for new acquisitions!" Zach sounded proud of that fact. When Jo mentioned school, he was, of course, interested. She was not only an archaeologist, but a learned woman, and he admired that fact. "Where did you attend? Is your research backed by a particular university, or is it a more private venture?" Even muggle digs were interesting as they often contained oddities the poor souls just couldn't explain.

Zach took a large sip of his drink, nearly forgetting it was alcoholic.