Greta Catchlove.

Sinistra cants her head at the witch in front of her. There was something familiar about them, but she couldn't quite find the name that seemed to be on the tip of her tongue. "It's fine," she utters nonchalantly, returning back to her work, until she was asked a question.

Greta felt herself smiling slightly wider at the confirmation that it was, in fact, Sinistra Lowe sitting at the cafe. Her mother was going to be so excited. "Ah, I don't own a copy of your book…" Greta admitted, her nose wrinkling slightly in embarrassment. Quite awkward for her to call out the author by name but not even have her book. "My mum is a huge fan, though. Has a copy of your book out on the table at all times." She giggled softly, gesturing to the seat across from her, "D'you mind if I sit here?"

Dorcas had been slowly settling back into work, and the routine had been doing her good. She hadn't had time to make lunch today, though, so she had decided that she was going to pop into Diagon Alley to get something and then bring it back to the office. It had been a slow week, and her coworkers all insisted that that had become the new normal.

Hearing the person she stopped saying her name, Greta looked over to see who it was. She was too focused on her vision that she hadn't even noticed Dorcas. "Oh, Dorcas! How are you!?" Although the two of them hadn't ever really been friends, they'd always been friendly with each other. It seemed neither one of them had any bad blood towards the other, which was really all it took for Greta to be friendly to a person. After a moment, Greta felt her face fall slightly as she remembered reading about what had happened to Dorcas while the war was raging. "You look good, it's nice to see you out and about."

Theodosia was running a little late. Which was actually quite unusual for her. She tended to actually end up being early for work. She supposed that was what happened when one liked the work they did. Theo today, had just over slept a little. She was sure Oz wouldn't mind, and technically, she wasn't actually late. Not yet anyway. As she was walking down Diagon Alley though, a familiar face caught her attention, and when Greta talked to her, she couldn't really ignore her. Theo wouldn't ignore a stranger, let alone a friend.

Not having realized it was Theodosia she'd stopped, Greta needed to do a double take at her words. Laughing slightly, she nodded, "Yes, pretend we have never met before, we're not friends okay? And now think, if you passed a bright yellow door that looked like a block of cheese, would you enter it? Just to see?" Yellow was a bright and attention grabbing colour, so even if she didn't have windows out into the street for people to see, she was hoping that would be enough to draw people in. "Or do you think that would be too cheesy?" Greta said with a sly grin, the question genuine, though.

where: a cafe in diagon alley who: open

It was a beautiful summer day, and Greta was determined to have a nice day. Getting in touch with her mother that morning, the two of them had agreed to meet for brunch at a cafe in Diagon Alley. It was a place Greta remembered her friends from Hogwarts gushing about, but she hadn't spent most of her younger years visiting Diagon Alley. All of her own school supplies were bought in Japan, every summer the family made a trip back to Asia.

"Greta-!" Jason called to his friend, raising his voice just a little in his excitement as he approached her tent. She'd told him that she would have a tent at the festival, but he'd been so busy at his own that he hadn't had a moment to get away to say hello until just then. Coming to a stop in front of her tent, red in the face he took a second to lean against on of the poles and catch his breath before complimenting with a smile, "your s-samples look d-delicious!" "M-May I have one...?" He reached a slow hand towards the tray, waiting for her go ahead before actually taking anything. Greta didn't need to give Jason samples for him to know how good her cheeses were- He was already familiar with most of them from how often they liked to prepare food together, and trade snacks. "I h-have something f-for you, too."

Greta's smile brightened at the sight of Jason, glad to see he was able to sneak away from his own tent. The last time she had taken a break, she happened to notice quite a crowd around the Gentle Confections. Good, if anyone deserved it, it was certainly Jason. His pastries were some of the best she'd ever had, not too sweet when they didn't need to be. "Hey Jay!" She greeted in response, stretching out the vowel sounds in her words in a sing-songy way.

The festival was exactly the kind of thing Kitty loved. She'd gotten to raid her stock of glow in the dark makeup, put on her brightest clothes, and go out and just be Kitty for a night. It was a longer stretch than normal since she'd been home, with this recent tour, and it felt wonderful to be back amongst familiar things and familiar faces. And a familiar voice.... she'd know it anywhere.

Greta would recognize her voice anywhere. Pulling out her wand, she easily levitated her tray before turning around to see Kitty. "Eonni!" She squealed, arms instantly wrapping around Kitty. It had been far too long since they've seen each other, the tour having gone on for much longer than expected, new dates being added last minute. Greta was happy for them, of course she was, but she missed her best friend. "Yes, pear would usually be better, but this kind of apple is softer than most others, and slightly sweeter. Pairs really well with the brie, try it!" She turned back and grabbed one of the samples, then shoved it towards Kitty's mouth.