𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

meeting in diagon alley┃hermione granger✓

R E Q U E S T E D

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Your parents walk with you through the bricks to reach Diagon Alley, holding a paper in their hands.

"We will grab your needed items if you'd like to look around at bringing a pet." They turn to you in order to beam.

They are no longer nervous in leaving you alone, you're in your sixth year.

"Alright." You nod your head, slipping into a different direction, heeding by singular students while the first years are being ushered around.

As you walk and browse the shops, you fiddle with the ends of your braided hair.

Students all along the pathways are expressing their worries and hopes for this year.

Some hold books under their arms, while other hold caged animals. More often than not, most of the students are holding something to eat.

You decide once you take a walk through the pet store and grab a new robe, you'll look for something to snack on as well.

Many students are crowding into the pet shop, and you give a little sigh, not sure you'd want to head in there.

Being a Gryffindor many would expect for you to hop into the shop, and take charge- but when allowed to choose an occasion to shy away from, now would be it.

You ponder for a moment, registering all the students running this way and that in their robes, that the shop will be fairly empty.

With a smile, you walk a few steps before ending up in front of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

You take a quick glance through the large window, displaying new and stylish robes, dresses and Hogwarts gear.

You notice only a few people in the store, before reaching for the door.

"How can I help you, sweetheart?" You glance up into kind eyes and smile, the same person who greeted you on your first year of accompanying Hogwarts.

You brush on a smile, "I'm looking for a new robe, and perhaps a pair of the charmed leather gloves."

The seamtress looks at you with a quick smile, "Gryffindor right?" She raises a placed eyebrow, raising her hands.

Papers begin to scatter from her desk, and one lands perfectly in her gloved hands.

"Yes, Gryffindor."

She eyes twinkle as she gestures for you to take a step on the small podium, meant for measurement.

You do, and she comes back with a robe. "Now, we've got two new editions this year: a self ironing, and a self repairing one, alongside the original one. Can I interest you in the latter?"

"I'll stick with the traditional, thank you." You nod your head, carefully moving your hair out of the way, as you slip your arms into the robe.

"Of course."

"I will just have to hem the bottom up quickly Miss. May." You don't object as she rushes off to grab a sewing needle and some thread.

Just as she makes another entrance, the bell on the door rings softly.

"See something you like?" She asks this time, a cheerful note in her voice.

"The self ironing Hogwarts robe." The voice falls softly to your ears.

"Excellent choice, Miss. Granger. If you'd stand next to Miss. May. Gryffindor, if I'm correct?" Madam Malkin's voice echoes throughout the room, and at the mention of the last name your heart gives a little leap.