The vague familiarity ran in both directions as far as Eric was concerned. He knew he saw the wizard before, but had not quite been able to place him in the first few seconds.
With another cup of coffee, Eric shrugged at the wizard as he swallowed, wincing a bit as it was far hotter than he expected. "If you practice enough, it may be a useful skill to have," Eric said, setting his cup down and turning the page, a smirk on his face. He really thought a book entitled Where The Ministry Stands: The Truth About the Second War would have actually been based more on fact. Eric always hated that particular author—finding them an exaggerator and always bending the truth, not a lot but enough to make it believable to even the more educated.
"But go right ahead. I don't seem to need the table anymore," he said. After a moment, he brought his attention to the wizard. "My name is Eric, by the way and I don't share my tables with strangers."