Forescue’s was a home away from home, the seats and little corners and nooks familiar to her through years of sitting there and the smile she gave the old man behind the counter was warm and familiar. “Hello Mr Forescue. How are you?” It was pleasant to be here with the sun pouring through the windows away from the chill and the familiar settle of Clints hand on the small of her back reminding her of his presence.
“Its a good one but there are ones I prefer more. The vanillas amazing, just as good as the little ice cream shop we used to go when I was younger.” There wasn’t a higher compliment to be paid in her opinion, ice cream had played a part in both worlds and it was something she’d held onto. A bridge between the two worlds. “But I think I’m going to have… the strawberry basil with a side of caramel sauce please.” Moving slightly to let her friend place his order as she pulled out her wallet and slipped the coins to pay for both of their sweets across the counter. “You know this is the first place I ever came to in the magical world?” The magic scooping up the ice cream before her eyes as her order was prepared. “I told my parents that I didn’t want to be a part of a world that couldn’t get ice cream right and we had lunch here before heading to the book shop.”
It was a fond memory, a good one and Penny reached over to take her order, never quite a hundred percent nonchalance about the casual use of magic so close to Muggle London. “What about you? Whats this place make you think of?”