For whatever reason, his employer liked to put him on the night shift, so they he could close down the menagerie most nights. She claimed it was because of her old age, but she had done just fine before Anthony had come to work for her. She was just taking advantage. And of course, Anthony let her because he adored her. She was just like a grandmother in so many ways, though he would never tell her that.
Anthony stepped out of the store and locked the front door. There were three dead bolts on it that she had installed for his sake, since a general locking charm wouldn't have worked. She didn't know much about how muggle lock and keys worked and had went overboard. For the past sixty years, she had just charmed the door locked at night.
When he turned from the door, it was towards the smell of food. His stomach rumbled. Head tilted, he searched for the source of the familiar scent and was shocked to see Malfoy. Again. "Malfoy? Are you seriously eating McDonalds?"