Daphne stopped herself from glaring at the person who cut her off at the door. She was vaguely familiar in the way that Daphne knew they had went to school together for eight years, but she couldn't put a name to the face. Glaring wasn't the proper response though, especially not with her new title in the ministry and the lack of attention she really wanted to draw to herself as Cornfoot's wife.
"I'm always in the mood for shopping therapy." She gave a small smile and ushered... Merlin, what was her name?! into the shop ahead of her. "Are you looking for something specific or just an update?" She was the one who posted the picture of her new blonde hair on the journals, right? Daphne couldn't even remember what color her hair had been before, but the dye job was... not the best Daphne had ever seen. She refrained from saying as much though.