A month after returning to work, Gideon was finally starting to feel more settled into his old routines. At first he'd been hesitant, since he wasn't sure that his eyes were fully recovered and he didn't want to damage them any further. He'd worked shorter hours and taken breaks to rest his eyes throughout the day out of an abundance of caution, and he'd avoided anything that might stress them with bright flashes of light or unexpected explosions. Since he'd taken weeks to get his workshop back up to the way it had been before the accident, it was easy to avoid those sorts of things; he couldn't start making wands right away anyway. Now, though, he was fully back in business, and he was in the workshop when the bell on the front door rang.

"Out in a moment!" he called cheerfully, reducing the heat on one of his simmering cauldrons (a sealing solution for newly made wands that needed to cook another hour at least, so would be fine with minimal supervision so long as he didn't let it boil over) and hurrying to put some of his miscellaneous tools away. Usually when he was in the middle of these things he had another employee manning the front of the shop, but Macrae was out on his lunch break so the responsibility fell to him. He was still looking mildly disheveled, with an apron tied around his waist and his sleeves rolled up, when he walked out into the proper shop.

On seeing his customer, he immediately wished he'd taken a moment to himself up before he'd come out, instead of just tidying his workspace. She was gorgeous, though in an effortless way. His throat immediately tightened a bit, but he ignored it, trying to keep his mind fixed firmly on the professional. "Good day, Miss," he said with a flash of a smile. "What brings you to Ollivander's?"