❝The war is won❞
Voldemort has been defeated by Harry Potter for good, and the Wizarding World has begun its healing. The paved streets of Diagon Alley are filled with people vanishing broken glass, fixing up robbed shops, and reinstating their bus...
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JULY 1, 1993
"OH, JUST HURRY UP ALREADY!" Batty stomped her foot. She bore quite the resemblance to Grandma Tilly with her hands on her hips and her squiggly red hair.
"I'm coming, okay?" Billie huffed in frustration. How come her little sister was already taller than her?
"Let's go in!" Batty said eagerly, grabbing Billie's hand, deftly avoiding a few passersby and zooming towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.
Sandwiched between Flourish and Blotts and Carmelita's Cauldrons, the ice cream parlor a shock of purple-and-green wallpaper. It peeled in several places, and the front of the stoor only consisted of a disproportionally small oak door next to an enormous front window. Ribbons of gold shaped like tree branches spun around like a carousel behind the glass, with each branch holding the base of an ice cream cone. The ice cream scoops, each a different flavor, shouted out their names with squeaky voices as they passed the front of the glass. Though in reality, most of them simply argued with the other ice cream cones about which one was better.
"No, she obviously hates cookie batter, she'll want me!" yelled Black Raspberry in a shrilly tone, to Cookie Batter's indignance.
Batty shoved Billie's back through the door, and the smell of black tea, churned cream, and chocolate filled their senses. The inside of Uncle Florean's shop was a shocking juxtaposition to its charming-but-unassuming outside. Wizards and witches filled every table, with children running around, the sounds of spoons clinking filling the air, and dogs and cats taking nibbles of ice cream goblets when their owners weren't looking.
"My little girls!" Uncle Flo said. A lively man with a red-streaked goatee, he wore a regular white apron with several multicolored ice cream stains and a checkered shirt behind it.
"Hi, Uncle Flo," Batty said excitedly, while Billie just looked neutral as she stared away at a child pressing his face against the ice cream bar's glass cover.
"Well, come on, girls, let's see how you fit in!" he said joyously, as he led the two small children behind the counter. "Excited for your first year, Bat?"
"Oh, yes," Batty said, grabbing the biggest cup available and handing it to Uncle Flo with her caramel eyes pleading. "I've got all my books already, and Dad got me a cat! I named him Clementine, or Minty for short,"
"Is that so?" Uncle Florean chuckled, magicking an ice cream scooper to load Batty's cup with peanut butter ice cream. He then turned to Billie. "Anything for you, dear?"
Billie pursed her lips, looking down at the daily assortment of flavors. She saw her favorite, raspberry, yet she wasn't in the mood for ice cream at the moment. "No, thanks, Uncle Flo,"
