Amelia came up from tying her shoes just in time to hear Augustus' comment, and couldn't help but snort at it. "That's terrible, Mr--I mean, Augustus," Amelia said, correcting herself as she remembered the comment exchange they had had in her journal. "She is quite old, she continued in a stage whisper, though, with there being such a difference in size between knuts, sickles and galleons, she didn't understand what was so difficult.
"I didn't know that the Department of Mysteries did much weekend work, Augustus," Amelia said, moving up in the line as the old witch finally finished and moved on with her clam chowder. She pulled out her money bag and counted out her payment (four times as fast as the woman in front of her). "You must be working on something interesting."