Josie laughed. "Alright. I can help with that. Least I can do, knocking everything over like that."

She began to peer more closely at the hand bags, occasionally holding one or the other up for him to see. "It really depends on your mother of course. What sort of handbag are you buying? I'm assuming formal? Favorite color? Is there a dress? We could do beads...? or Embroidery.."

She caught his eye and grinned. "Too many questions? Alright. what color does she wear most?"


She laughed when he mentioned he thought he knew her. "Gryfindor, yes. And that's Claire."

A small pause. "It's a pleasure to meet you."


'Love me like your eyes; but that is not enough: like yourself, more than yourself, than your thoughts, your life, all of you. Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire. ' -Bonaparte