They would live to tell the tale. They had survived far worse – clearly, they had survived the school trying to erase them from history. ”Oh goodness, what professor would you want to haunt?” Liza asked as she handed the lollipop over before twisting hers in her mouth and a little. ”oh I’m not sure, I figured she’d likely complain about anyone clogging up her u-bend.” she just shrugged her shoulder and sighed.

Biting her lip she looked at Juliette and sighed, ”I mean I do plan on sneaking out and seeing what the guy has planned...and if he’s a creep I’m just going to run for it.” she was already set in her ways on that – if he creeped her out and made her think Mav was right she was going to head for the hills to die another day. ”I might niffler things from him but what if he reads my mind and realizes what I’m doing?” she pouted a little as she looked around at the things in the little cart.

Exactly, that was the only part that had thrown her. She was not a thing. She was Eliza Sawyer a living breathing holy merlin the shop keeper was staring at them like she wanted to eat them human. ”yep carelessly” she glanced over toward Juliette and back at Madam Hildegard. ”h-hellooo, just um you have beautiful things” she told the gypsy woman with a slightly nervous smile plastered on her face really a part of her was wondering if she could use the large crystal ball as a weapon or if it would be too heavy. ”can I see your unicorn crystal ball stand please? I think my cousin Figgy would adore it and we don’t know if Hogwarts will poof again this year so getting Christmas gifts early is kind of smart right?” she half asked as she looked at the other things and then back at Madam Hildegard.

Looking at her for a moment she decided to go for it, ”do you have anything that would help shield against legilimency? I have a – friend – someone I know that keeps trying to read my mind and I kind of want to keep it private?” she asked as she made a point to flick her eyes from Juliette to Madam H once more. If she needed to she’d give Madam Hildegard the location of a preschool – y’know...out of sight out of mind staying out of someones belly – it all fit.