Malfoy’s? Hm, her father used to speak of the name. Sometimes it was with fondness and sometimes with disgust, though. He was relatively bi-polar on the subject, and if her father decided to go on about anyone Miyuki didn’t know, she’d just pick up the finer details and zone him out for the rest of the time. So the name Malfoy was relatively familiar to her, even if she never made a decision on the family. She never decided on anything without seeing it.
“It’s nice to be here, it’s a change from where I used to live with my father. I’ve only been in Hogsmeade for a year though,” Miyuki took another sip from her Butterbeer. “So you what exactly do you do at the Malfoy’s shop?” she asked, then added quickly: “If you don’t mind me asking.”