"A profitable profession," Beckett noted, lifting an eyebrow at the extended hand before taking it in her own briefly. She offered a smile in return. "Natasha Beckett. If you're one to observe, you can see I sell various baubles of interest."
Those that shined, those that held a notable history, those that caused spilled blood directly or indirectly. Cursed and cherished -- she liked to think that her various purchases had provided a reasonable selection.
If the meddling Aurors in the Ministry didn't make it their Merlin-given duty to occasionally check up on shop owners, it would be more than reasonable.
Alas. Not even having her shop in the lighter half of the two alleys allowed for enough safety from their prying.
Despite her thoughts, Beckett's smile stayed in place. "How are you finding dear little London?"