Magical books were such a pain sometimes. Padma had spent the last five minutes trying to convince the book on general memory charms, that, yes, it was supposed to go beside the books on obliviation and not with the books on dreaming charms.
She was so focused that she hadn't heard the door open this time, but looked up when she heard someone say Parvati's name.
"Harry!" Padma said with a bright smile. "It's Padma, actually. Parvati's in London, so I'm afraid you're stuck with me. For a while, hopefully, since I own the bookstore."
She couldn't help but glow at being able, once again, to tell someone that she owned this bookstore.