Usually, Breccan was a bit hesitant to answer those kinds of questions, as he was aware of some anti-Irish sentiments among Muggles, but in his years in the wizarding community he was aware that things were a little different, and he was thankfully pureblooded, so that was one thing wizarding society couldn't hold against him.

Vaguely, he shrugged and shook his head. "I work here, but live in London. It's quite nice. Lots of Muggles, though, so we've got to be careful with magic."

"What about you, are you from Hogsmeade?" He would've guessed that he was, mostly by his familiarity with the carts, but he wanted to be kind.Xenophobia had never been his thing, anyways, and he would gladly accept help from anyone.

He glanced at the and carts again. Lemon drops had always been his favorite. Yet he had never been the type to turn down something new. He nodded to the vendor offering tiny samples and accepted one. "Zesty," he said, his face screwing up into a pucker while he flashed a smile to his companion.

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