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𝕯iagon Alley wasn't the same vibrant, busy and lively as I once remembered it had been the first time I remember coming at age five.
As any five year old would act, everything seemed to be magical, breathtaking and remarkable, the quaint shops on the cobbled streets inviting you in from the first glimpse, most specifically Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlour — who I now know as Alice's father — Newt and I spent a nice hour in the shop, tasting a few of the flavours, him enjoying the chocolate and raspberry whilst I liked lemon sherbet.
That's most probably where the fascination and obsession with lemon stemmed from.
In more recent times, the Alley was much darker and sparse, though i'm assuming it was busier in the ending weeks of August with students going to collect their necessities for Hogwarts. Now it was September, there wasn't really much use for people in Diagon Alley unless they were to pick up something from one of the shops, or were desperate to go out in these gloomy times.
Remus and I exchanged a glance once passing the shadowy and suspicious street we knew pathed to Knockturn Alley. I, myself, have never been down the alley, but I know for a fact Scarlette and Sirius have in their times, and their stories aren't the most persuasive if you wanted to visit the place, most specifically Borgin and Burkes, specialising in dark items.
He protectively tugged me closer into his side as we strolled the cobbled streets, our wands secured in our pockets with the lingering idea of Alastor Moody's warning: Constant Vigilance at all times. I hummed quietly, leaning in to his side as I murmured,
"Perhaps we could pop in to Madame Malkins before we leave to see Mary"
Remus raises his head from her to glance towards the fashion shop, finding his lips tugging upwards in remembrance the curly haired witch had always wanted to work in clothes design and had managed to secure a role in the shop earlier in the Summer. He looks down to his hufflepuff, nodding his head,
"If you'd like"
"We should, she's designing and putting my dress together after all, i'm sure it's hard work" I decided, studying the way his eyebrows raised and his honey eyes sparkled with excitement, parting his lips to speak when I beat him to it quietly, "No hints, you'll have to wait"
He sighed dramatically, hanging his arm around my shoulder as we approached Ollivander's wand shop, his head dipping to plant a kiss on my head as he murmurs,
"You're going to be the end of me, buttercup"
I rolled my eyes playfully, shaking my head as we stood in the doorway together, ready to enter as I muttered,
"So dramatic, Casanova"
The bell rang when we opened the door to the wand shop, slowly venturing further to find it empty at the moment, the wizard undoubtedly in one of the back rooms crafting or managing his business. Remus rested his hand on my lower back as we approached the desk, surveying the shop we first visited each at eleven years old to buy our first wands, my heart warm at the memory.
