Managing a grocery store wasn't something Emmeline had ever seen herself doing, so finding out that was to be her job here in the village had left her at a bit of a loss at first. She'd been in grocery stores plenty of times, of course, but had never paid much attention to — well, anything she needed to know now. But, she wasn't a Ravenclaw for nothing. One of her first stops after visiting friends had been to the bookstore to purchase a few books on the subject. Even after reading up, however, she had a feeling that a large part of this job would involve learning as she went.
That morning had mostly involved taking inventory, and Emmeline was now sorting out some of the produce. A few apples had fallen into the orange bin, and she was in the process of moving them back to their proper place when she heard the bell above the front door tinkle indicating that someone had come in. Looking up with a smile on her face, she could only hope that her friendly demeanor would make up for not really knowing what she was doing.
Her smile faded quickly, however, when she saw who had entered. She felt her grip tighten on the orange in her hand, and she wondered if it would be frowned upon to hurl fruit at customers. Probably so, but she expected she'd be forgiven. "Yes?" she asked, her cold tone definitely noticeable.