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***Sera’s hairstyle***
They quickly got dressed shortly after breakfast so that they could go to Diagon Alley. The Weasley family, Sera, Harry, and Dante joined them as well. Mrs. Weasley took a flower pot form its holder and sighed.
“Alright, Harry, dear. You first,” she said with a bright smile.
“But, Mum!” Ron exclaimed. “Harry has never travelled by Floo Powder before.”
She motioned for Ron to come forward. Ron smiled tightly before stepping forward. He took a big fistful of powder before staring confidently at his family.
“Diagon Alley!” he cried out.
He dropped the ashes into the fire. Once the ashes had touched the surface, green-and-yellow fire sprang forth from the grate. Everyone backed away from the roaring blaze. Immediately, Ron had disappeared. Mrs. Weasley stepped forward to make sure that her son wasn’t hiding anywhere. She then encouraged Harry to step forward.
“See, dear? There’s nothing to worry about. Come along.”
Harry nervously stepped forward after his sister prodded him gently in the back, getting him to walk forward. He took a fistful of powder from the flower pot, and said the word incorrectly. But he did manage to disappear behind a thick wall of green-and-yellow flames.
“What did he say, dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked her husband anxiously once Harry had disappeared and the roaring from the fire had died down.
“Diagonelly,” Mr. Weasley answered.
“I thought he did. Oh, well. Let’s just hope that he will still end up in Diagon Alley. We can’t lose him on his first day here. Alright, Sera. You’re next.”
Sera grabbed the powder from the pot and stepped into the grate. She said the name of her destination very clearly before dropping the powder onto the ground. She got swallowed up by green flames, being dragged into the ground.
Seconds later, she spotted Ron and zipped right out of the grate to the Leaky Cauldron. She squinted in the bright sunlight, sighing with relief. She looked around. Ron was there, trying to dust his robes off. But there was no Harry. Ron looked up, noticing his sister, and frowned.
“Where’s Harry?” he finally asked.
“He did say the name wrong,” Sera answered stubbornly as Ron tried to reach up and wipe the soot off his face. She swatted his hand away. “Stop doing that, Ronald. You’re going to smudge the soot on your face more.”
Ron groaned, clearly disappointed. He pouted. “I thought that I was getting it!”
“Better luck next time,” Sera answered teasingly. Ron pouted but continued to let his sister get the soot off his face.
