"Something like that. Why take just the market when you can have the whole village? Lock, stock, and post office." Sebastian's smile is the sort of bright and easy kind that comes before an absolutely brilliant idea. It's also the the sort of smile that would send Hermione into a preemptive tizzy. "For a whole host of reasons, I don't do it much any more, but if you want, I can show you something?"

"Put your hands up like this," he says, demonstrating the way he'd like her to cup her hands, as if she's cold and about to breath onto them. "And, er, you'll have to let me talk into them."