Confliction of Choice

I hated shopping.

More or less every girl my age loved it; but not me.

I was ecstatic about going to Hogwarts, but at the very least adamant about having my mother do all of the shopping for my school supplies and not me. My father however, did not like my, if I do say so myself, ingenious idea, and so made me go to Diagon ally to shop for my own school stuff because apparently I need to 'learn to be more responsible' and that 'mother and father won't always be around to help me' and all that bullshit.

So it was off to the famous Leaky Cauldron to start the worst day of my life so far, as I am ever the optimist, I may turn out to have worse ones, though it seems highly unlikely.