It was just when he glanced away that the door swung open. Veering his head back to see who it was, he saw a darkhaired woman approach the counter. It had to be her. It was the way she carried herself, exuding confidence, that made him know before she opened her mouth and introduced herself.
"Yes, I have it here," he answered, deciding to stick to polite monosyllables. They were safe. Scorpius turned around, and made an anguished face at the wall while he found the correct jar, but when he turned back his face was expressionless again.
"That will be ten sickles," Scorpius told her, placing the jar on the counter.