The Atlanteans didn’t celebrate the holiday, so the market was bustling, full of patrons running errands and doing their shopping. The crystal’s position overhead cast a mid-afternoon glow that reminded her of summer visits to her favorite farmer’s market on Notting Hill. After buying the vegetables, Hermione wandered farther into the market, stopping at a corner plant shop. She was admiring a purple and gold flower when a heavily accented voice greeted her.