"Well, I can ask," says the young wizard, and puts his book down. "What's your name, please?"
"I'm Ffion Rhisiart," Ffion begins, and never gets as far as trying to introduce Inric. The wizard starts in shock, and the colour drains from his face.
"Oh no! Uh, sorry, I mean, I just remembered there's no one to talk to you. You can't see anyone!" He steps forward and makes little shooing motions with his hands. "I need to close up now! You have to go!"
He almost pushes Ffion and Inric through the door and the click of its lock is audible from the pavement.