Amelie frowned. "It's not as if I have a sensible job that requires me venturing out everyday. Besides," she lowered her voice, her eyes flicking around as if she were expecting to spot a Weasley. "There are far too many redheads on this island for my liking."
She handed him the measured white sugar before turning to the brown sack. "I was planning a wedding, but the woman postponed it indefinitely."