Of course, her commands weren’t heeded by the customers - too cheerful and chattering about themselves - and Apollonia heaved a deep sigh, the glasses in her hand drooping as she gave into resignation. It was mid-sigh that the sound of the door slamming shut hit her and she jumped slightly, blue eyes popping open to survey what had happened. What she saw was a blonde customer, wand raised and looking towards the entrance. With a whispered spell, Apollonia let go of the glasses which floated happily towards the kitchen as she brushed her hands off on the apron of her dress.

Propping a hand on her hip, Apollonia’s brow canted upwards at the question. “How old?” She echoed, before huffing out a laugh. “Older than you and me multiplied by at least a hundred.” She was jesting, however with a slightly worried glance at the windows, she nibbled at her bottom lip.

It was slightly worrying that the building was making such noise. Pollina always thought that the building had a mind of its own, rattling out its protests when something was especially wrong or needed attention. Clearly the windows were the ones complaining at the moment.