"I know," Hunter unpacked her bag, handing over a sandwich and a still-cold bottle of butterbeer. "I can't cook much in this world, but I can make a mean sandwich. Or buy one from the shop. Either way, I have skills."

Obviously. She unwrapped her own sandwich and took a bite. See? They were having lunch together. It was... homey and made things complicated.

"How's business?"

"Sandwiches are splendid and you have done a fabulous job witht this one," he said with a wink before tucking into said sammich. After making a few MMMMM noises he finally chewed and swallowed.

Snorting once he looked around and shook his head. "None to speak of since the kids hit the alley. Sadly I think no one wants to book vacations," he pouted. It really WAS a shame. TRULY. "How are things over at the Prophet?"

"Slow. They're doing a better job of filtering information at the Ministry at the moment, and Ian's being a beast per usual. I think I could use one of your vacations, actually." She set down her last bit of sandwich and flipped through the glossy pamphlets he had out on the desk.

"You should do a reduced cost, sponsored Spring Break type trip. For students."

Slow. Seemed they were both in a lull as far as business went. Oh well. That just meant he could perhaps see her more often. "Well one of your co workers came by a while back and asked me if I wanted to run an ad. To which I happily agreed to... only I have yet to see it. And I mentioned to said coworker that I wanted to be sure to let the masses know that Diagon Alley, Ministry, and Prophet employees would be given discounts from me," he said with a shrug.

OOOOH! She wanted a vacation. "You know... I could give you a great price on a weekend getaway." Cue the BROWS. Heheh. Nah he WOULD give her a discounted price, though.

"Hmm I could do. I am afraid that these kids will book trips through me and then I will have angry parents coming in to have a go at me, though. I reckon an audience with said parents BEFORE the trip is booked would be okay though," he said thoughtfully. "You sure you don't want to quit your job at the Prophet and work as my business manager?"

"Don't be stupid. I'm a writer," Hunter had to laugh at him, though, if only because of those darn expressive eyebrows. He might say silly things from time to time, but he was cute.

"I'm not responsible for ad staff, though. Your ad will come if you pay for it and all that. We don't need to steal from customers just yet." She flicked the stack of pamphlets at him and finished her sandwich. "I'm lying to myself. I can't afford a vacation right now."

Co snorted at her and shook his head. He wasn't stupid. He KNEW she was a writer. Heheh.

"This person had to have been new... they asked if I wanted to run an ad, took the info, was VERY rude, and left. No talk of money and I haven't heard from the offices or anything since. You should check into that for me, Hunter." SHE SHOULD. He needed customers! If it wasn't for him selling his art in Muggle London he might have already been forced to shut down and move away.

Sighing slightly at his own thoughts he glanced to the clock... OH DEAR MERLIN! Nearly choking on his sammich he jumped up! "I'm going to be LATE! DEAR MERLIN! Hunter... I must see you out. I have to be on the South End of the street in a few moments to man the raffle booth. Will you come see me? Later." He WAS making shooing motions. "I will make it up to you. Dinner on me," he insisted as he shooed some more.

Michelle, Roger, and Emily Reese walked into the Travel Agency. Since two out of their three children will be attending Hogwarts this year they thought they would take Easter Holiday off from their jobs and the three Reese's would go on a nice trip somewhere. Emily held tightly to her mother's hand as she saw no other children in the store. Her older brother heard rumors about the store that you can get turned into a fruit bowl if you ward off but it was Emily's turn to pick the vacation so she was up for the risk. Roger Reese hit a bell on the counter waiting for the shopkeeper to help them find a good vacation spot for Easter Holiday Break. Emily nervously but excitadly looked around the store, looking at posters about Egypt, Spain, and Norway.

Tim walked over to the Seating are and waited for a Shopkeeper.He was so excited about going to Paris and it would be fun.

Ooh. A customer. Toby smiled, from his seat behind the desk, and motioned at one of the chairs over the other side of the desk. "Hello..." He smiled, wandering where this customer would be wanting to go. Toby thought it was bound to be somewhere excited. "How may I help you?"

''Hello.''He said smiling.''I'm wanting to book a Holiday to Paris,I'm just wandering How much it would be.''

Aah. Paris. "Good choice." Toby smiled at the man, as he summoned a brochure for Paris. He hadn't been to the city himself, but he had heard that it was very beautiful. "Now. The price would depend upon the package you want..." Toby began to explain, as he flicked through the brochure until he came to the page with the prices on. He hadn't it over to the man. So that he could have a read of them himself. "You'll probably looking at the basic Package, which includes 2 meals per person for day, as well as accomodation and travel expenses."

''I know.''He said smiling.He took the Brochure and started schimming through the Prices.''How Much for two people.''He smiled''Sorry to be a hassle.''

Hassle? "No hassle at all. This is my job." Tobias smiled, writing a few things down onto a piece of parchment infront of him. Okay Cost. Toby jotted a few more things onto the parchment, working out the cost for 2 people. "It's 150 galleons per person." He nodded, with a smile. "So you're looking at 300 galleons altogether for two people." Which didn't seem that bad to him. Not at all.

''Thanks.''He said smiling.''Right.''He said thinking about it.''Okay then.''He said smiling.