The door to the shop more or less just suddenly swings open, but thankfully what comes barging in isn't a dementor. It's just Sully, scruffy and disheveled as ever, though perhaps a little ashen-faced. He shuts the door behind him and looks as if he wishes he could lock it. It takes a moment before he turns to acknowledge the shop's current occupants.

"Hey, Caroline." He nods a hello to his coworker. He has to take a moment to look over the other guy, however. He's not really any more unusual than any of their other regulars. He's just... Sully's sure he's seen him before. "Please tell me you're not a fucking Weasley."