Hermione Granger

Bit by bit, Hermione has been easing down her responsibilities at the Lamplight over the past several weeks. While doing her best to maintain all of the inventory and services that people require for emergency reasons, Hermione's been deprioritizing some of the businesses she started up for fun alone. The tanks which once held dozens of pygmy puffs are now largely empty, save for the few that refused to be sold off to new owners, robust enough to hop around the store and occasionally coming around to nap on Hermione's shoulder.

In quiet afternoons like this, she appreciates their company, and in closing her eyes she can almost imagine herself being in Great Britain again, surrounded by friends and family.

But life in Darrow isn't lacking by any means, and today, Hermione only allows herself to doze off for the briefest of moments before she sits straight, hearing the poltergeist at the entrance get up in arms. It shrieks a few times, though whether in greeting or alarm Hermione can't quite tell. Either way, it's enough for Hermione to get to her feet, having previously been lounging in the soft rocking chair she's set up in the back of the shop to help her rest her feet.

"May I help you?" she asks, seeing the silhouette of a customer by the door, doing her best to blink the sleep out of her eyes.