Just Like Home!

Shopping in Diagon Alley was always a nightmare. With the bustling crowds, screaming children, and seedy looking wizards selling questionable stock on the side of the road, Zoya was was relieved she was not accompanied by her parents. Fighting crowds would be tough with their pessimistic commentary and bickering. Her parents hated crowds, but she didn't mind them. She pushed past a skinny little man waving leaflets in her face and opened the door to her close to favourite shop, Flourish and Blotts.

Zoya looked over to the sales assistant. The tall, gangly man was currently being harassed by some worn-out looking mother who was simultaneously asking the assistant questions and keeping a tight hold on the collars of her two children. Oh well, Zoya thought. I'll just find my books myself. And she slipped between the large bookcases to begin her search.

By a happy coincidence she had stumbled right into the Defense Against the Dark Arts section. Thinking she had a couple of minutes to spare, she picked up a random book from the shelves, plopped herself into a big comfortable armchair, and began to read. Within five minutes she was completely immersed. Zoya had always had a talent for tuning people out, and she did just that as she curled up into the arm chair. Completely forgetting where she was, she kicked her shoes off and tucked them under her, and settled in as if she would have at home.