[The gust had come from the door to the cafe opening, an older gentleman with an Indeedee bustling in to dodge what looked like a coming storm. His reflexes in grabbing the paper would have been pretty good if he'd actually grabbed rather than snapping his fingers; luckily the little psychic Pokémon with him could actually stop things with his mind. The man couldn't help grumbling, even as he handed the paper back to Hermione.]

Don't know how humans get on like they do... terribly sorry for almost losing that for you. You've got quite the collection forming.

[His voice was posh, and very English, and it took some effort not to try and snoop on the young woman's notes.]