SMALL TALK 1: We are most definitely not in Kansas.
This is what précisely what happens when Alice Cullen abandons Jasper Hale at an exclusively and ridiculously expensive boutique. So expensive that it's empty. This is what also happens when a curious Gryffindor walks in!
"Hi. Hello there? I'm looking for a um, handkerchief. I suppose nothing fancy. Plain would be perfect." The Bright witch furiously calculates Galleons to Pounds to USD. Deduces one can only afford a step above socks. America.
"I don't work here." dangerous velvet voice ensues.
Beet red.
"I'm so sorry I-"
Royal red. That face. Those...books!
"American Muggle literature must be so much more-"..whispers. Greedily eyes his bag of books.
"Pardon?"
"Fiction. It's slang for fiction."
"You regard physics as fiction?"
"Yes. No."
-Silence-
"I'm not from here. I'm just on holiday." offers rational explanation.
-Silence-
"Do you travel?" resists urge to ask 100 more questions.
"Every few years." Slowly grins.
"So I take it you're not from this town either?" takes advantage of dashing grin to inquire further.
"I'm as 'southern as your are English, Miss." Twangs his response
"I hardly count myself as, well I live in Scotland most of the year. Boarding school. Easy to get lost in. Forests and all."
"Forests?" mild interest.
"Forbidden type.."
"I like to hunt." Lopsided grin
"Oh."
-senses deep sadness- forces self to socialize.
"...and Yourself?" Strained velvet. Constipated grace.
"I like to...read. I have a cat." looks up and away.
"I hate dogs." Looks down and to the left
-gives up-
"Right. Well I suppose I'll be going."
-gentleman stands up to leave-
"You really don't have to stand. Although it does add to your appeal." gasps at own admission. Hurrys to run away.
"Miss?"
-aborts great escape-
"You smell real nice."
Rose pink. Smiles.
Grins back.