He grinned, feeling the glow of the compliment to his Da. "Thanks, although I guess it's for Da and a bit to Papa rather than me. I love the place though," he said.
"Demo," he said with a firm handshake. He rarely used his full name, especially outside of legal settings. It reminded him of getting in trouble with his Dads. "Did you work holidays here, like I did with the pub?" he asked. He thought the sporting shop might have been a little easier to work at because there were probably less breakable things around.
"You play for the Magpies, right?" he asked. It wasn't his team, but he'd met and interviewed an array of quidditch players over the last few years. They didn't show up too often, there were far more music or political figures, but sports personalities came on sometimes. It meant he recognised at least most of the first string players in a vague way.