Ah, Diagon Alley. It'd been almost a year, and yet it still felt so familiar. The sounds, the smells. Weirdly though, Sam couldn't honestly say that it felt like home anymore, and she wasn't quite sure how that made her feel.

Regardless, she was visiting today and was on the lookout for some familiar faces. She perched on the arms of the bench, squatting so that she was balancing barely on her tiptoes. Her elbows rested on the ripped knees of her jeans, and her eyes were alert under her sunglasses as she scanned the street. For anyone who knew her, it was a pretty familiar pose, and one she was just as likely to hold on a desk or a rooftop.

Seriously...no friendly faces?! Maybe she, and her Pa, for that matter, had been away for too long.