After listening to the church concert, they had lunch at a restaurant with Tiffany Blue parasols.
The place looked very retro, remarkably like an old subway station. The people coming and going were well dressed too, completely unlike the restaurant nearby where the gondoliers ate.
The gondoliers' lunches consisted mostly of meat; rowing required strength, after all. This restaurant mainly served vegetarian dishes and seafood. Judging by the prices, it seemed to be a "Local Eat" restaurant.
Tiffany Blue had not appeared out of nowhere. It was actually the color of a robin's eggshell.
Britain had a nursery rhyme called Who Killed Cock Robin? Every animal in the song had played a part, yet they all mourned for him at his funeral.
Later in the rhyme, the next bird to stand trial in the birds' court would be the sparrow. It did not have eggs as splendid as the robin's, but did that mean it could escape death? Would it become the second "robin"?
If it had been Albus, he definitely would not have come to this restaurant. But the one "dating" her now was Severus. The Potions master had always been good at making money. Knowledge had changed his life; he was no longer that child living in the slums.
"Stop using that handbag," he said after ordering. "Luxury bags draw attention. Think about why you were robbed."
"I already removed the logo."
"Thieves who know their stuff don't look at logos. They can tell the brand from the material and pattern, whether it's genuine or fake. If you want a handbag, we'll go somewhere else this afternoon."
"Where?"
"The San Polo District. Lucius knows a leatherworker there. He used to work for Hermès, but now he's on his own. His craftsmanship is good, and lots of people buy