Once again, I don't own it... but I really wish I did!

Coincidence?

"Beauxbatons?" Harry asked, incredulously.

"Oui," Elizabeth replied with a grin.

He shook his head in amazement. What were the odds that he would get a job in the first place? That it would be a short-term job with an incredibly nice boss, who just happened to be an uncle to a witch?

"Oh, stop looking so amazed!" she exclaimed, "It's only natural that we would meet. I just didn't expect it to be until the beginning of the school term."

Harry's guard went up, was this girl a leglimens? "What makes you say something like that?"

Sparkling blue amused eyes looked directly into guarded emerald, "Well, like pulls toward like, doesn't it?"

"You mean like a magnet?" Harry asked cautiously.

Elizabeth's ponytail bobbed as she nodded, "It's not like I go around waving my wand calling out, 'anyone around here a wizard?' you know. But if you look around carefully enough, you can usually tell if someone has a magical nature."

Harry had never considered looking for wizards or witches in muggle England. Although he thought her idea had merit, he still kept his guard up.

"Besides, it's not like every witch in Europe doesn't know who you are!" she teased. "I've seen your picture, you know, in the Daily Prophet."

"Yeah," Harry countered bitterly, "The bloody boy-who-lived."

"Quite."

"Quite? An English phrase coming from a French student?"

"English phrase from an English girl who's family moved to France when she was ten and moved back just before she turns sixteen," came the cheeky reply.

"Why didn't your uncle tell me?"

"Why would he? He's a squib and he doesn't pay any attention to the wizarding world."

Harry shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. He couldn't quite believe that he had met a witch, much less such a pretty one, in the middle of Surrey on his summer vacation.

Elizabeth leaned on the counter and watched the play of emotions and thoughts across Harry's face. "It's okay, you know, I won't go around the neighborhood chanting 'Harry Potter's a Wizard' at the top of my lungs. I don't have any desire to be hauled off to the Looney bin."

Harry laughed weakly, "My uncle would just love that!"

"Squib?"

"No," Harry answered with a grin, "worse! Muggle."

"Oh, ick! Is he at least decent to you about being a wizard?"

"My uncle," Harry replied, "tried to squash the wizard out of me all my life. If there were still witch burnings, he'd be the first one strikinga match."

Compassion only slightly tinged with pity softened her expression, "Well then, I don't think I'll be coming round for tea." This boy needed some cheering up, especially if what he had just told her was even partially true.

A snort of laughter escaped Harry, "Oh, my uncle would just love that, me bringing a witch home for tea!"

"Well, perhaps, just before the end of vacation, we'll just have to see what we can do to throw your uncle for a loop!" came the mischievous reply.

The bell over the door tinkled cheerfully as Fenton came bustling through the door, his arms heaped with bags and packages. "Harry!" he called out, "Harry my good man, come give me a hand! I nearly forgot that my niece is coming for lunch today…"

Harry leapt over the counter and took the top load of packages from a precariously pile stacked in Fenton's arms.

"Oh! There you are my dear girl. Come give your uncle a kiss for remembering that you were going to be here today!" he sang out cheerfully as she came behind Harry to help unload her uncle's arms.

She leaned up on tip-toe and pecked his cheek, "Only because I can smell my favorite fish and chips!"

"Mind your cheek girl!" warned Fenton, grinning good-naturedly, "or I'll gobble it all down!" He looked over toward Harry who was stacking the packages neatly behind the counter, "Harry, my boy, go wash up and we'll sit down and enjoy the feast I've just brought in!"

"I don't want to be a bother, sir," Harry answered nervously, "I can just go in the back and continue cleaning up, you and your niece must want to visit."

"Nonsense! There's more than enough, and if I remember correctly, young men your age are always hungry!"

"Yes, Harry, do join us!" Elizabeth coaxed.

"Alright then, I'll just go and wash up."

As Harry left the room Fenton leaned toward his niece and whispered, "Now young woman, no tricks on my new helper! He's a nice boy and he doesn't deserve do be tormented by things he wouldn't understand!"

"But,"

"NO buts!" Fenton declared, "It's hard enough to find someone trustworthy to work for me now and again without you frightening him or making him think this shop is haunted like you did to that bloke that was just in here shopping last Christmas!"

"That tub of lard?" Elizabeth flared, "I'll bet my last galleon he wasn't in here to shop but to steal you blind! If you could have heard him and what he was saying about the magic trick display! You would have…"

"Enough of that! He's coming now."

Harry emerged from the back room, "I've set up a card table in the back if you would like to have lunch back here."

Fenton beamed, "Why thank you Harry! That will be just the ticket!"

Elizabeth bit her lip to hide her smile as she followed them to the back room. She caught Harry's eye and gave him a wink, hoping he would go along with her prank. She sank gracefully into her chair and helped herself to a generous portion of fish and chips.

"There is nothing like this in France!" she sighed happily as she munched her way through her portion, "the French would cover the fish in some sort of sauce or make soup out of it!" she shuddered. "Give me plain old English cooking anytime!"

Fenton beamed at his niece, she really was the apple of his eye, "Glad you are enjoying it my dear!"

"It is very good sir," Harry added, as he devoured his own serving.

"Anytime, my boy, anytime!"

"So," Elizabeth drawled, hunger assuaged she played with her remaining chips, "Harry, what do you think of my uncles shop?"

"I love it!" Harry replied, "I can't wait to take some of these tricks to show off back at school. I also have a couple of friends that would probably enjoy them as well. They have opened a shop of their own recently." He figured that some of these obviously muggle tricks just might work on Fred and George, he especially wanted to introduce them to a whoopee cushion!

"Do you believe in magic?" she asked, giving him another wink.

Harry caught on, "Oh, some magicians are really good, but magic?" he replied skeptically, "Come now, I'm not a kid."

"Elizabeth!" Fenton warned, "behave yourself!"

"Come now uncle, I was just asking Harry's opinion." She answered with a giggle.

"Really sir," Harry couldn't resist playing along, "I've been looking through some of the books in the back, and now I can see that magic is really just a bunch of slight of hand and misdirection."

"I'm glad you can realize that Harry," Fenton sighed in relief, "let me warn you that my niece here is a bit of a prankster, don't go letting yourself get caught out!"

"Oh, don't worry sir, I won't!" Harry assured him.

A/N: First off I'd like to thank my reviewer (and one of my fav fanfic author's) for sticking with me and giving me some really good advise!

Don't worry, I'll be dreaming up some good pranks for Elizabeth and Harry to pull on Fenton… and maybe on each other!