"Oh! I know nothing about Quidditch," Jules remarked. She had never been particularly interested in the sport, or in sport more generally speaking. She played a few card and table games, but nothing more robust than that. If this woman was as disinterested as she said, though, her exposure to the sport must have been similar to how Juliana felt about fashion. She was utterly disinterested in it of her own accord, but knew enough to get by from day to day with the customers.

"Talking to customers is just like talking to anyone," she opined. "Some of them may think they're a little better than the rest of us, but they're just people. And a shop job is just like any other, I imagine," she continued, focusing her attention on the stains as she dabbed the potion over the edges. Of course, that wasn't true at all — there was some work that hardly felt like work at all, when one was passionate about it, but Juliana was a long way off from being able to work on her research full time. Maybe someday, if things kept going just as well as they were presently.

"Oh, you know, Miss... I don't think I caught your name? I'm Juliana Binns," she said pleasantly. "How are the biscuits? Are you quite warm enough?"