"It's sad you couldn't find them again," she told him, "But I guess it makes it even more memorable in a way." Biting her bottom lip a bit, she turned left and made her way down a side street. They were almost there, but she didn't feel the need to tell Theodore yet. Besides, she was enjoying their walk. "I've never had a huge problem with not being able to find things again," she said a bit sheepishly and tapped the top of her head with her finger, "Photographic memory and all. Sometimes I even astound myself with the strange and sometimes worthless information about something I can recall. It's helpful when I want to paint something, but most of the time it just makes me feel like a nerd," she joked, laughing at herself a bit. It was a true though. In Hogwarts, people occasionally looked at her like some sort of freak when she could spout off exact passages of books and describe in intricate detail something as simple as a snail.
Walking up to a small storefront, she looked inside to make sure she was in the right place. Of course she was ninety nine percent sure they were, but it never hurt to check. "Here we are," she told him excitedly, opening the door and heading within. The store sold mostly small household decorations and trinkets, but if you looked towards the back there was a small sign reading 'The Covert Cafe'. A name had never been more true. Walking to the back door, she opened it slowly to reveal an outside courtyard filled with little tables and green life blooming everywhere. Flowerpots, lattice work, and grass littered the ground and several of the smaller tables were taken by various witches and wizards reading books or chatting quietly while sipping on their drinks and eating.
"Well, welcome to my secret spot," she stated, looking over her shoulder to grin. "I hope you like it."