All Smiles [Ginny]

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Ginevra Molly Potter

The best way to understand and learn how love worked was to observe muggles in their natural habitat: popular consumer coffee shops. Little did their non-magical minds know, but getting that morning brew or breakfast sandwich resulted in a dip in their mental blocks. By giving their brain what it craved, they opened up the can of worms known as the human psyche. Jimbo Blishwick wasn’t a professional psychologist, but he did succeed at matchmaking, and the release of cravings was so obvious in muggles that it was hard to ignore. They taught him how people viewed potential partners and traits in this day and age. He was sure that the other Blishwick Boys had done similar tests in public. It wasn’t harming anyone, plus it got him out of the store for a few hours every day. By watching and listening to interactions between all kinds of people, he could build up his repertoire of social cues and kinks that people had. To anyone that wasn’t accustomed to his business, that would sound strange for any number of reasons. But because it made him accurate on his matchmaking, his clients would never complain. If they did, that probably just meant that they weren’t meant for love yet. It happened from time to time.

Currently, Jimbo was seated at a corner table, his briefcase and laptop sprawled onto the space in front of him. The muggle tech was used to take notes. He was smart and could maintain infinite possibilities for people’s potential partners, but it was better in the long run to have everything in writing. That way he could back up his research if a client wanted to know how he came up with his theories on love. It also worked as a pretty decent cover for his spying. Absolutely no one was going to question the handsome, almost middle-aged businessman getting a coffee and catching up on some work. The suit he had on had just been pressed and cleaned the day before, so he was looking especially spiffy today. Enough that he could catch glances towards his corner every so often, in what he assumed was to see who the auspicious man could be. That was usually enough time for him to get a semi-decent read on the person’s body language and what they preferred for a drink. Surprisingly, orders at a coffee shop said a lot about a person, and Jimbo was starting to figure out that it lead to even more, minute details that he normally would have overlooked in a customer. Anything to better his work, he supposed.

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Time seemed to have been going by rather slowly, though at least it was moving after all. Though there was a time when everything seemed to stop; it had been not too long ago; the sun had risen on April 30th, and she had gotten up to an empty bed. Ginny, at first believing that her husband was either going to work early or simply downstairs because he couldn’t sleep. A few days later, that hadn’t been the case. He had left her a note, one that she had refused to read in case it was him telling her that he was leaving her. After everything that had been through, including her memory loss that came crashing down upon their lives, she was scared. As days turned into a week, she knew that she would have to read it. It had to do with work, with the whole horrible deal that was happening within the Wizarding World. No one knew anything, she didn’t do anything, and it killed her.

Ginny that morning had headed off to work instead early. The reason? She didn’t want to sit in her house anymore, or smell the lingering scent that Harry left around. She seemed like she was hopeless, still waiting for word from Harry or waiting for someone to send a letter that they had found his body. She swallowed the lump in her throat, quickly using the floo network to get to the Leaky Cauldron, where she promptly left to head into London. On a morning like this, she needed the walk and the coffee from the local coffee shop. It wasn’t long into her stride that she began twirling her ring around her finger, playing with the wedding band that had tied her to Harry. She smiled, she couldn’t remember their wedding day, besides seeing the pictures around her parent’s house and in a little book, but she still liked the try.

Finally, she entered the familiar coffee shop, the line went relatively fast for one, unlike other mornings where others were getting their fix on their morning coffee. She smiled at the barista once she got to the front, and quickly ordered a medium coffee, black with two sugar cubes, before paying. It was weird, having more money than she did when she was younger. Both herself and Harry had good paying jobs, plus the money that was left to him by his parents. Going from a low-income family with a ton of brothers, it was kind of nice. Quickly pulled from her thoughts she grabbed her freshly brewed coffee and took a sip, wrinkling her nose at the strength of it.

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Ginevra Molly Potter

In and out potential test subjects went from the coffee shop. It was honestly impressive how great the turnover rate was during the early morning hours, considering how miserable most people were at this hour of the day. Coffee was probably one of the only good things that would happen to them all day, aside from their head hitting their pillow later that evening. Being a business owner had its perks, and the days like today were the reasons why he enjoyed being the boss of himself. There were literally no obligations, other than flipping the sign on the door from closed to open, and then waiting for a customer to come in. The freedom to do whatever that most people sought was easily encapsulated within the walls of Blishwick Matchmaking Services. Jimbo knew that his father and grandfather weren’t always happy with the way he ran things, but they had handed him the deed and rights to the business – it was long out of their hands by this point in time. He was free to do whatever he wanted with his time, and that was exactly why he was sitting in the muggle coffee shop watching people.

The new target of his watchful eye? The extremely put together red-headed woman that had just entered the shop. Jimbo didn’t get a good look at her face as she rushed through the line and received her order, but the efficiency the baristas had with taking her order and handing her the drink back, he could tell that she was one of the serious kinds of coffee people. Most these days wanted something sweet or sugary. That ruined the taste of the coffee in his opinion. This woman had to have ordered either a black coffee or tea. Normally that wouldn’t seem all that important, but the ones ordering coffee and tea were the kinds that he was currently trying to figure out the most. They had different thought processes and interests than the typical trente no-foam, five-shot, half-calf, no-foam pumpkin spice latte with no foam at 210 degrees people.

Sliding himself a little on his chair so he could peer over the top of his laptop at the woman, Jimbo almost let out a gasp of surprise at who she was. He clearly hadn’t had enough coffee yet and was still half-asleep, because the red-head looked exactly like Ginny Potter. In a muggle coffee shop. He blinked his eyes a few times while processing all of it. When was the last time he had actually seen her? School was a long time ago, so it had definitely been at some point in between. Maybe at King’s Cross while sending the kids off? Regardless, it would have been very unusual for Jimbo not to act on this sort of situation, considering that it basically threw itself on him. Standing halfway up from his table, Jimbo leaned his body on the table as he raised a hand to wave at her. “Ginny! Don’t pretend you can’t see me over here!” he called, not really caring if he caused a scene at all. No one else in here would remember it in a matter of minutes anyways, and the initial embarrassment caused from the eyes would get her to walk over and talk for a minute or two.

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While the taste of the coffee was strong, it still seemed to soothe her soul. With everything that had been going on in her life, from her husband missing and everything that was happening in the Wizarding World Community, it seemed that she needed the pick-me-up. Ginny rarely drank coffee, let alone without any cream, but today was a different day. Instead of her regular coffee order, that she would never dare get from a coffee shop, it had been coffee that she ordered. And already, she felt slightly better. However, just as she was walking towards the door to leave, wanting to get to work semi-early, but didn’t need to, she heard the sound of her name. This was a muggle coffee shop; no one should know her name. Her attention snapped towards the man. She frowned for a moment, trying to recall the man and then it clicked. While he had changed ever so slightly, she could still tell who it was. She slowly moved closer after he told her that she shouldn’t pretend that she couldn’t see him. Once she was within ear reach, standing before his little table that he was seated out, she smiled at him.

“Jimbo, hi,” she started with the same smile before shaking her head, “Sorry, my head is in the clouds today. It’s good to see you; it’s been a while.” The words came out in a slight rush, the last time that she may have seen him could have been when they were all sending the kids back to school, or maybe it was back at Hogwarts, who knows. “What are you doing here?” she questioned, it was more so asking why he was in a muggle coffee shop, but the same could be asked of her when she thought about it. She shook her head quickly before speaking once more, “How have you been?”

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Ginevra Molly Potter

Jimbo was fully prepared to yell in Ginny’s direction again if she didn’t respond in the next few seconds. Public disturbance was never a problem in his book. He was used to being the loud and boisterous one. Everyone always forget eventually anyways. No harm no foul was basically his motto since forever. Being a business man helped with that attitude. It was what gained more clients. It was what gave him a proven track record of successful matches. The saying ‘happy wife, happy life’ typically only applied to husbands. When it came to matches that Jimbo had put together, it also meant having every single one of the bride’s friends being sent to him. Rinse and repeat. Word of mouth was a wonderful tool, and so was yelling words out of his mouth at former classmates in the middle of a muggle coffee shop. Luckily for everyone’s sake, Ginny noticed him before he could stand up from his seat and yell at her again. “It has been a while,” he agreed, “And don’t worry, my head is always in the clouds until I have my morning coffee.” Jimbo pointed at the two empty cups on his table. Pretty soon here it was going to be time for his third.

“I’m doing wonderful. Business is booming, shifting of seasons always brings in lovelorn folks looking to see if their fate has changed at all. Picked up the kid just the other day, though I suppose we both had that event in common.” He had received a letter from his daughter, Jameson, immediately after the accident, and detailing her early return home that also explicitly stated for him not to make a scene upon picking her up this year. Obviously he did. “As for why I’m here,” he looked around the coffee shop, “research. Psychology of coffee junkies shows a lot when it comes to love, you know,” he stated confidently. “Please, sit if you have the time. I’ll just make a scene again if you don’t.”

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‘It has been a while. And don’t worry, my head is always in the clouds until I have my morning coffee.’

Just as Jimbo gestured towards his two empty cups that were seated before him at the table, she nodded her head and plastered a smile on her face. It was then that she was reminded of her coffee that was situated between her fingers, the warmth of it against her hand. The only difference was that he was in two glass coffee cups while her own was in one to go, mostly because she didn’t think she’d be hanging around a muggle coffee shop before heading into work. But running into an old acquaintance, it seemed to still her original organized plan, not that she minded of course. It wasn’t long after her question of how he was doing and why he was in this particular muggle coffee shop, that he began to answer in a very enthusiastic way. She was almost envious of his mood at that moment. Instead, she hid it by taking a thick and hearty drink of her coffee, almost gulping half of it down in one go. She nodded her head at the mention of him having to pick up his kid, something they held in common.

“We do have that in common, though only one difference—” she said with a smile as she remembered Albus’s graduation day. “My middle child, Albus, he graduated this year, so I had that to go to before picking Lily up from the Express after everything,” she said. Quickly the conversation moved away from work, and having to pick up children from the Hogwarts Express after the horrible accident that claimed the lives of many students from the other schools; he began to talk about the reason for his appearance within the coffee shop. Research, something that seemed to come easily from those that bought their coffee each morning. She nodded her head, about to tell him how interesting that was and that she should probably go, but instead he invited her to sit down, and before she could object, he told her he would make a scene if she didn’t. She laughed a real and genuine laugh that seemed to have disappeared along with Harry, before rolling her eyes gently. “Alright,” she said with the same amusement in her tone, her body moving closer to the table and quickly she sunk into the adjacent seat from Jimbo.

“So—what has your research told you? About the coffee junkies and their love?” she questioned with mild curiosity as she slowly took another sip of her drink, this time allowing just a small amount enter her mouth.

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Ginevra Molly Potter

That was right! Ginny had another one graduating this year. He always forgot about the middle one, thought that made sense considering it was the middle child. Jimbo liked being the loud and proud oldest, only having his younger brother to poke fun of while growing up. As for Ginny, everyone knew the Weasley family, so she probably understood the not being noticed thing more than anyone else. It was probably hard having to vie for attention constantly. Not that he knew. Regardless, anything was better than being a middle child. “How’d that go? I’ll be there soon enough,” he laughed. His own daughter was on her way to graduation. The years ticked by fast, and he remembered vividly the first time he had dropped her off to get on the train. That had been a difficult day for plenty of reasons, namely because he was letting her go off to school on her own and the house was empty for the first time since ever.

He grinned up at her as she decided to sit down with him. Jimbo knew he was going to win that, it was practically written in the stars. Or what was it they had them doing in Division back in the day? Reading tea leaves? He was sure the coffee grounds at the bottom of his empty cups said something like that. Believing in that stuff was difficult when he had a built in prowess for telling people love advice. It was absolutely hilarious when a fortune said one thing, but his brain was screaming another. Unfortunate for the fortune teller because he was always right.

“Ahh, yes that,” Jimbo sighed as he looked around the shop. “Not much actually. People seem to care more about getting their triple mocha frappuccinos than anything else. Addiction is a goddamn problem.” He sighed again as he picked his cup up and took a long sip to show the point he was trying to make. “What it does tell me though, is how people are afraid to interact in public. The earbuds in, listening to music, sunglasses on, quick orders and immediately exiting. Everyone is in a rush these days and don’t seem to want to take the time to get to know anyone outside of their comfort zone.”

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Slowly but surely her children were graduating, first had been James, and then recently it had been Albus. Now all that was left was to wait for Lily to graduate from Hogwarts, and all her children would leave the nest. It was upsetting, seeing as Ginny was still attempting to get to know them better than they all were going down their path, she cursed whoever removed her memories that fateful night and she hated it. She was sure everyone in her family disliked that she couldn’t remember certain things, though they were very supportive and tried to help her remember. And now with Harry gone, that was just another thing added on top of her children. She smiled as Jimbo asked how the graduation went, adding that he would be attending one soon enough for his child, “It was wonderful, though it would have been better if you know – Harry was able to make it. I’m sure Albus would have loved for his father to have been in attendance,” she breathed out before quickly turning her demeanor around to something livelier. “It’s different from when we all graduated, I’ll say that much. They seem to change it up a bit with each passing year, new faces and all.”

Ginny smiled a little as Jimbo commented about the addiction is a problem, and it was true. Each word that he said, about people not wanting to interact outside of their comfort zone, it sounded familiar. It wasn’t just those within the coffee shop, but it was everywhere, especially in the muggle world. She took a sip of her coffee before sitting it back down to speak, “That is true, but that might be why it’s the comfort zone. People are so into their own lives, that they don’t want to see the people around them. They want to be comfortable, to stay comfortable, even if that means pushing those around them way, both strangers and not.” The words came out of her mouth as quickly as she thought them, slowly she shook her head, “I think the whole age of phones and technology has always taken its toll on the generations. They don’t have to talk to people face to face anymore, all they have to do is—what is it, swipe right to talk?”

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Ginevra Molly Potter

The grin that was typically pasted onto Jimbo’s face started to dissolve a bit when Ginny said that it would have been better if Harry had been at their son’s graduation. How could he have forgotten about that? Aside from the Triwizard Tournament ending, and the grim fate of all those children, Harry Potter’s disappearance had been at the top of the headlines as well. Maybe he had hoped that would have been over by now, it was Harry after all. Losing hope so quickly was odd considering the man’s past. At the same time though, he was sure he was going to understand it once his daughter graduated. Her mother, his wife, had passed ten years earlier. While it wasn’t as recent as Harry’s disappearance and whatever Ginny had been feeling during the ceremony, Jimbo was sure that he would be in a similar position come two years. It was a sobering thought. Jimbo did his best to fix his smile though, unsure if his companion had noticed it or not, and decided to jump back into the conversation without missing a beat. “McGonagall still drone on this time, or did has she learned to speed things up a bit? I’m surprised no one was given a lecture in front of their parents during mine,” he laughed, knowing full well that it had almost been him. He had had too much fun during his seventh year, especially following the aftermath of the previous one. Everyone needed a happy memories coming off of the war.

The muggles’ comfort zone…he hadn’t thought about that. He had thought it was just because they were absorbed with their phones. Thinking of comfort zones in public where people didn’t want to interact was certainly a strange concept, but the more he thought about it, the more it fit with what he had been observing and talking about. Ginny was right that people didn’t want to break out from what they were comfortable in. She went on to add a bit about phones taking away social interactions, and he nodded his head – that was definitely a fact. Then she said best bit of it all ‘swipe right to talk’. Jimbo contained the outburst of laughter, maintaining it as a low chuckle. “Oh yes. The dating applications. My digital counterparts,” he shook his head, still chuckling at it. “Or rivals, rather. They make my job that much harder, you know? It isn’t a competition in the traditional sense though. Those things have forced an awful idea about finding a potential partner in life. I’m sure it’s possible, but the poor souls that find themselves attached to swiping right will never escape the cycle of one-night stands and terrible phone conversations,” Jimbo finished. Or so he thought. “I suppose it’s fine if someone is looking for that though. But trying to convince yourself that a phone application works like magic and will find ‘the one’ for you is absurd.” He knew there was a lot wrong with his statement, like the people who simply wanted one-night stands or quick hook-ups. That was their decision. When it came to actual romance though, those things completely bastardized what he had spent years honing.

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Ginny laughed a bit, “Hm…she didn’t drone on too bad, but she did talk quite a bit I would say,” she concluded. It was true, Professor McGonagall – or rather Headmistress – loved to talk, though her speech wasn’t as long as it was the year after the second Wizarding War happened, which was when Ginny had graduated from Hogwarts. A lot had happened during her time at Hogwarts, a ton of people was murdered, and the school was somewhat in ruins for a time, but they still survived it all. Ginny laughed, listening to Jimbo’s tangent about the whole online dating app that leads to relationships that weren’t destined to last, and she nodded her head as she took a sip of her coffee, it has already gone somewhat lukewarm. “That is true, luckily the Wizarding World is a little back on the times and allows people chances to meet people, you might find more luck matching them then the muggles,” she said after she let her cup fall back down to the table. That was how she met Harry, and many people she knew had met the loves of their lives or possible love of their lives. From what she knew, none of the wizarding communities followed the whole muggle logic.

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Ginevra Molly Potter

Talking quite a bit and droning were easily distinguishable for Jimbo, since he usually partook in the former rather than the latter. Having such an essential job as his required lots of talking. Without it, there wouldn’t be any bonds formed and his ability would be quite useless. But there was a difference between his speeches and the Headmaster of Hogwarts’ lectures. Anyone that didn’t particularly fancy Transfiguration knew about that. Jimbo was unsure of how strict McGonagall was these days, but if she was anywhere close to when he was in school, well, those poor children. He made a mental note to bring it up with Jameson once he got home. “Sounds like the charming Minerva we all know and love,” Jimbo chuckled, immediately receiving a chilling feeling. Even almost thirty years later and she still scared the pixie dust out of him.

“I like the way you think Ginny!” he responded. Those were his exact same thoughts, though he was somewhat forced to think that way because that was how he had to run his business. There would be no time to try and bring dating apps or other technological advances into the game at this point in time. He had his mind. That was stronger than phones or laptops. Kind of. “And I like to think that I work perfectly. Have yet fail on any large cases, you know? There’s something special about having that sort of track record, especially in this business.” The same couldn’t be said about the blind dates, which everyone seemed to think would be their one-way ticket to a little more than a fun, free date. What those pairings chose to do was none of his business, but if they expected to walk away with a marriage partner out of that, they were delusional. Very few ended up working out that way from his experience. If only everyone read the fine print…

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Ginny laughed, “Even after all the years having to deal with so many kids after what happened, it's surprising to still her still calm and collected as she is. It’s kind of nice to see her not affected by the world,” she said truthfully. She liked Professor McGonagall, always had, and it was nice to see the same strong woman that she was during her time at Hogwarts, as the headmistress and protector of all the children that went through the halls; even if she talked on and on about certain stuff each year.

“From what I heard, your system works more perfectly than those apps these muggles have,” she said with a smile, “Must bring you a lot of business, being the best in the business and all,” she added. Ginny had no need for services like those apps or even Jimbo’s since she was happily married and had found the love of her life on her own. And with Harry’s disappearance, she still had hope that he’d return and things would go on as they were.

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[jimbo brian blishwick vi]

Ginevra Molly Potter

Calling Minerva McGonagall just calm and collected was a disservice to the current headmistress of Hogwarts. She was much, much more than that. While the majority of his time in the school had been under the direction of Dumbledore, and then the later years a sort of disarray due to complications in the world, McGonagall and the other professors that were allowed to remain at the school had showed a stronger will than even the Ministry. The Headmistress was always there to step in when she was needed, and knew how to control situations unlike any other person. Jimbo nodded his head at Ginny’s statement as he agreed with her. There wasn’t a better choice out there for someone to lead their children, even if Neville had done a great job during his short years there. “Droning on or not, I wouldn’t have anyone else there right now. I personally feel comfortable knowing that she is there to protect the kids.” Probably because he knew what it was like to not have that sort of protection, albeit only for one school year. Those were trying times then, and preventing them from happening again was important.

Jimbo waved his hand at Ginny as she said that his system worked better than the muggle dating apps. Obviously it did. If he had more influence or interest in the muggle world, he would have come up with that technology first. Unfortunately there were some trying times that took place during the creation of those, namely the death of his wife and the aftermath that followed. It was hard for a while, and his father had to step back into the shop for the months after to help out. “Only one in the business,” he corrected her happily. “Unless you want a half-baked reading based on fate, or whatever it is that tarot card readers do. They only get a glimpse of what could be, not what will be.” Making the distinction was important when it came to love. These were people’s futures that he was dealing with here!

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Ginny had loved Professor McGonagall, she had been a fantastic Transfiguration teacher and later was a total badass in the fight against Voldemort. She remembered during the battle she had even gone up against Snape in his little confrontation with Harry. He had stood to protect her; she had stood to protect all the students and children that had entered the halls of Hogwarts. The fact that they made her Headmistress, after everything, was a nice little touch and tribute to her service. And Ginny agreed with Jimbo as he stated that he felt comfortable knowing she was in charge and protecting the kids that still walked the halls of Hogwarts.

She nodded her head, “Oh yes, of course. I agree, she’s much like Professor Dumbledore was, both were concerned with their student body and making sure they were safe and secure among the halls of Hogwarts,” she breathed out. Professor Dumbledore was a great leader, when he had died, and she had found Harry after it, her heart broke. Everyone’s heart broke when he was found dead; she would hate when the time came for McGonagall to pass on.

Ginny laughed, “Right—sorry, only one,” she said quickly before he continued talking. It was amusing to her that he was quick and rather happy, to have correct her in that case. It was a slip of the tongue, though she knew he was correct, she hadn’t seen any dating services as of late besides his own. “Oh, you mean muggles trying to be magical?” she questioned with a small laugh and shake of her head. “Though—I have to admit, I did get one of those tarot card readings, just to see what they said. It was rather amusing really,” she added with a small laugh. Taking a sip of her coffee, she noticed the time on her watch and almost choked on it.

“Oh shit, is that the time?” she breathed out. She was a few minutes past the time she was supposed to be at work, and she had even left early that morning for coffee. She hadn’t realized she had talked for this long, and really, she hated that she had to dash. “I’m so sorry to cut this short Jimbo, but I have to get to work,” she breathed out with true guilt in her eyes as she stood up from her seat, holding her coffee in one hand. “Um—listen, we should meet up again, maybe one day that I don’t have to get to work,” she said with a small laugh before continuing, “We could have coffee or tea. Catch up, maybe even keep each other company?” she questioned.

“It was really great seeing you Jimbo, tell your daughter I said hello,” she said with a quick smile before dashing out the door as quickly as her heels would let her.

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Ginevra Molly Potter

In a way, the things that their children were being put through whilst at school echoed what they had witnessed during their own years. Actually, it was possibly worse. They had only been subjected to terror and torture, and for those that fought at the end, potentially death. These kids had to watch it happen, both with their own peers, and with the other schools’ students. Being on the outside like he was, was increasingly frustrating every time something new happened. Jimbo finally realized what his parents had been like during his years at Hogwarts, though to say that was also a much simpler time wouldn’t be a stretch either. Like the two of them agreed though, McGonagall was at the school, so that would hopefully bring some level of safety back to the castle. At least for now.

The lighter chat about his business was preferable to Jimbo though, especially with Ginny apparently finding it funny that he was the only one in the business. Why would someone go elsewhere when he was proven to succeed all the time? “Well yes, the muggle ones for sure. But there are magical ones too. Think they’re the next coming of Merlin,” Jimbo rolled his eyes. They were a nuisance to his good name and establishment. His hand shot over his heart as she said that she bought a tarot card reading, as if the mere thought of it had driven a steak through him. “I’m sure it was amusing. The last time I tried one of those, they told me I would have great success with my business. Joke was on them since I was already booming at that point,” he shrugged. There could have been some sort of magic used for those tarot readings, but he wasn’t interested in that sort of thing. He was the real deal, after all.

Ginny’s sudden exclamation at the time caught him off guard. Jimbo often forgot that people had serious jobs to get to on time, something that had only existed when he was an understudy for his father and grandfather years ago. Nowadays, if he didn’t want to work, the doors to the shop stayed locked. “Please, don’t let me keep you,” he smiled at her as she began collecting all of her things. “And of course. You know where to find me,” he returned the wave as she walked out of the coffee shop. Now it was back to business and studying these silly muggles and their coffee.

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