Daphne Greengrass, his former legal client, blinked dolefully in clear surprise, upon seeing the Chosen One in a bookshop. After a moment, a sardonic smirk was in danger of curling its way onto her bow lips as she glanced about. "So the Great Hero comes waltzing in here without a certain bushy brunette on his arm? Unless Granger is somewhere about. I always thought she had to help you shop for products of the more literary variety...."