Faylinn quietly crept into the old and dusty wand store. A bell above her chimed as the door opened, announcing her presence, not that anybody would have noticed her in the light periwinkle dress and the casual black robe she wore that day. Despite coming to Diagon Alley early in the day, it was already full of students new and old purchasing supplies for Hogwarts. Standing in front of the entry way, Faylinn looked longingly over her shoulder and down the street that led to Gringotts. Her and her father parted there only moments ago. He had to attend to some business and even though Faylinn was only eleven, he thought she was old enough to do her school shopping on her lonesome.

She contemplated exiting the shop and finding her father and beg him to accompany her, but quickly got over the thought and turned back around to face the inside of the shop. She walked slowly around the place, watching the floating measuring tapes zip this way and that. She came to an abrupt stop when one of them flew up to her and started measuring her arm! And fingers! And leg? And so forth until it stopped and zoomed off to find it's next victim.

"Strange little things..." Faylinn whispered to herself with admiration. They were fascinating in a strange and unusual sort of way. "Now to find a shopkeeper..."

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