“Miyuki Mitsushiba,” she said amiably. She placed her Butterbeer down and shook his hand. She liked his last name, Embers, it sounded nicer and it was easier to pronounce then Mitsushiba. A lot of her readers came up to her saying it wrong. She would never corrected them, though.
“Do you come here a lot?” she asked. She most certainly didn’t, usually she was locked up in her room, conjuring up some contraption related to writing.