Whizzard Books! Years had passed since Jo stepped into the shop in Hogsmeade — not since before leaving school, actually — and she certainly hadn't stopped in long enough to remember the owner's name.Could they be the one and the same? "And that's in London?" Jo asked after signaling for another glass of whiskey. "Where about?" Jo was hoping he would contradict her and say it was in Scotland, for then the truth would be immediately obvious.

But, if his shop wasn't based in Scotland, then her choice of school would make no sense. Fuck, what was she supposed to answer that with? Jo took a sip of her fresh glass of whiskey as a mean to stall time. There were no other schools in Scotland that she could think of of the top of her head. "Oh, no. It's backed by a private proprietor," she answered the latter question easily. Muggle universities would have no hand in a magic discovery, after all.

"I went to school up north in Scotland, with my siblings. Are you very familiar with schools up there?"