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𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖛𝖎
diagon alley
To say Diagon Alley was packed was an understatement.
The cobblestoned wizarding alley was filled to the brim with witches and wizards doing their back-to-school shopping, as it was every year.
Among them were a restless Regulus and excited Lyra; she loved nothing more than shopping, and whilst her betrothed was expected to meet all her wants and needs, he wasn't happy about the diabolical day before them.
The clock was yet to struck noon, and the pair had already visited the apothecary, ransacked Twilfitt and Tattings, and had an early lunch at Rosa Lee Teabag. All of their school supplies had been bought within the first hour, but the Lestrange girl insisted that they revisit Flourish and Blotts before they were due to meet with the Slytherins from school.
''I doubt their stock has changed since the morning, Lyra,'' Regulus tried to plead as they stepped into the store. ''Besides, I don't imagine Amycus will take to us too kindly if we're late.''
''Amycus can continue to wait until his family's fortune is anywhere near half as ours. This'll only take a few minutes.''
The Black boy pursed his lips, displeased yet complacent nevertheless. He loitered around the entrance, laden with shopping bags, whilst Lyra disappeared into the maze of bookshelves; she knew what she was looking for, she just needed to be alone to acquire it.
Sure enough, a plethora of signed copies of ❛Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them❜ were right where several newspapers had announced them to be. The brunette snatched a pristine copy off the top of the stack before tucking it under her arm and strolling to the front desk.
The shopkeeper's smile faltered as she realised who the girl was; pure-bloods were notoriously hard to please, unafraid to pull their wands even in public settings if something didn't go their way. Lyra didn't even need to open her mouth to be recognised as one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight — her Egyptian cotton robes and heirloom jewels were tell-tale enough.
