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Ginevra
Helena peered from behind her stall and saw a couple of very young kids on the floor, books scattered around them. She then spotted an older girl who had reached out a hand to each child to help them get off the floor.
"Are you two young ones okay?" Helena kindly addressed the kids with a smile.
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GD2204
Reaching out, Ewan grasped the hand of the older girl in front of her. "Thanks!" Ewan replied, looking slightly sheepish, moving his muddy brown hair out of his face. Running his hands across the shaved sides of his hair, he replied "Hi, i'm Ewan. I didn't even see the books" he confessed, blushing slightly as he bent down to pick up the rest. "Honestly, I'm starving!"looking down at his stomach as it gave a loud grumble.
Looking around, Ewan noticed an older woman looking worried. "Hey, sorry! I'm okay thank you" he called over. "Sorry, I bet we're scaring away all of your customers" Ewan continued, with a slight from on his young, pale face.
Ewan turned back to the older girl who helped him up, looking into her face, trying to judge how friendly she was. "Do you know anywhere around here that makes great food? I'm starving! or at least somewhere that sells chocolate! Wizarding chocolate must be better than muggle chocolate".
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Originally Posted by
WitchLight27
Before she could even realized her books fell flat on the ground, Oli saw a little boy sitting next to them, asking her if the books were hers. Without meaning to, Oli's knees involuntarily reached the ground and picked up all her things.
Oli was busy managing the books, without even glancing to the little boy who introduced himself as Ewan, she replied, "Yes, my name's Oli."
While mentioning her name, another older girl was picking up her books. Are the people in Diagon Alley all this accommodating? Will Hogwarts be this kind to her? Will it be kind enough to put her to Gryffindor like her parents?
To acknowledge the older girl's concern, "I'm okay. Thank you for your help. I was being clumsy," Oli said glancing at both Ewan and the other girl. Oli then smiled at the stall's owner who's also extending a helping hand.
When she heard the boy named Ewan starting a small talk with the older blonde girl, Oli inspected all her books, "History of Magic..." she murmured.
It was missing.
Looking around, head bowed down in bated breath.
...........
THERE.
She saw it.
Without intending to, she bumped into someone who was mouthing things she doesn't even understand. Solitude was her specialty. Too many people. "I'm sorry," looking up to the lady, she was frightened and instantly avoided to stare too much.
Oli on the spot picked up her A History of Magic.
Though Vivian's mum and dad made sure she knew basic first aid--Healer parents, duh--the blond just wasn't in the mood to practise them today. Oh, thank Merlin, there were no injuries. The boy's tripping stunt somehow did look like a hard one, after all. "
I think they're alright, ma'am," she reassured the older woman with a polite smile. "
I apologise if it has caused any inconveniences to your business." Like distracting potential customers and whatnot.
... Oh? Apparently, the trip didn't mean anything to the younger boy. All Vivian could manage was a small smirk of amusement. "
This is Diagon Alley. There's shops and kiosks for good food pretty much everywhere," the blond replied. "
There's the Leaky Cauldron for real food... but since you're looking for chocolate, there's Sugarplums too. Or you can try that stand over there." A.W. Chocolaterie looked pretty cool.
As for the younger girl, Vivian dismissed her apologies. "
Please, don't worry," she said. This blond was known for being rather clumsy too, so she understood exactly what the girl felt. And then she went off--Vivian was a bit confused like omg, how rude--but then...
........
That didn't look good. Instinctively, Vivian patted the younger boy on the shoulder. "
Wait here," she said, not looking at him directly, before going over to take the younger girl away from that hag. She looked like she had come to drag away the naughty children down to her hideout, which she was sure was at Knockturn Alley... and you know what they say about that place. Her mum had told her to never go down there.
When she was a few inches behind the younger girl, Vivian tugged on her arm. Not saying anything, the blond simply nodded as a gesture for them to get the heck outta there.