A few minutes later, Marietta opened the front door, pausing on the threshold for a few seconds. She knew that it appeared she was letting the light streaming in the door frame her, but really she was letting her eyes adjust to the dim light of the shop. It was quite different from the bright colour and equally bright lighting of the last time she'd glanced in the window.
"Good morning," Marietta said as she looked around, identifying each person in turn. "Messers Weasley, Miss Johnson, Mademoiselle Delacour. I'm sorry that it's such a time as this that brings us together once more. Miss Johnson, may I have a moment of your time?" The tone of the question was very carefully gauged: it sounded like a question, but read as if 'no' would not be an acceptable answer.