Rosmerta, having traveled down the household spells section, over and up the care of magical creatures section caught a glimpse of a familiar form out of the corner of her eye. Turning fulling up the aisle she squinted. Was that...No...Why didn't he owl me and let me know he'd be here too?
Charlie was talking to a young girl up by the counter. A young girl with a badge. A clerk she recognized as Harry Potter's friend. What was her name? Hortense, Hemlock...somethin' like that. What was it, Hermione. Yes, that was it. She headed toward them hoping Hermione was someone who would take pity on her and help her without having to stand in line.