A small little muggle bookstore

Trevor smiled. "On this sort of rubbish?"

"Oh, not anything like this." Amanda motioned toward the scribbly looking book. Her voice cracked at the end of this, she was obviously lying.

"Well, I suppose one must indulge in the fantastic once in a while. Did you manage to get it published?"

"Yup. And it's on Hog--" Amanda barely caught herself, "On a school's class's required book list."

What kind of school would have something like that on their reading list? "I see." This skepticism made its way into his tone of voice.

Amanda smiled weakly. "Extremely odd private school. Weird courses and what not."

"I see." Trevor once again took the book off the shelf. Today was, indeed, the day. "Say, have you ever been out to Carlisle?"

"What's Carlisle?" Amanda said, innocent curiosity in her voice.

"Oh, the town?"

"Oh! Duh. No I haven't. I don't really get out enough."

"I work out there. This little restaurant called Mezzaluna. You ought to come in sometime."

"Sounds neat! What do you guys serve?"

"Mostly Italian with a hint of Cajun."

"Oooh, I don't think I've ever have Cajun before."

"I wouldn't call it Cajun, honestly; they just add chili powder to everything and hope no one's bright enough to catch on. Anyway, I'd best get going; do pop in sometimes if you happen by." With a smile, he scuttled off to the register to purchase that there book.

Amanda left the book she was eying to go find an ally to apparate in, and then a yellow book to find the restaurant.