"Miss Winters," Gilderoy repeated, smiling. Fans liked it when he remembered their names - even if he did forget them again as soon as they left his sight. Clearly, he didn't need to introduce himself. Even if he hadn't already had confirmation that Lydia recognised him, he would have assumed as much. He assumed everyone recognised him. He was, after all, pictured prominently on the cover of each of the fourteen volumes he'd published.
Gilderoy nodded at her reference to the Princess Bride, though he'd never read it. Admitting ignorance was not something that Gilderoy did, if he could help it. "A bookshop?" he asked. "How charming. Not everyone knows this," he added, in hushed tones, "but my mother worked in a shop when she was younger." Ernestina didn't really like to admit to that, not in the wizarding world, but Gileroy had been assured it humanised him, allowing him to appeal to both muggleborn and middle class witches. At Lydia's compliment, his smile broadened into a glorious grin. "Thank you, young lady, you're extremely kind." He moved to unwrap his parcel, pulling a violet quill and offering it to her. "I thought to start including these in my response to my fans, as a token of shared interest. I'd be thrilled if you would take the first one."