She was going to have to kill her parents if she made another trip to Knockturn Alley, but Paris just wasn't going to tell them what she was going. The tiny witch's heels clanked on the cobblestone and she moved with a purpose down the street heading to toward the plant shop.

She was carrying a purse almost too big for the 4 ft 7 inch woman, but it was serving a purpose today. The hood of her cloak slipped down her head to reveal her newly dyed hair. Platinum blonde, hardly a color one would forget, thus Paris wearing her hood up. She shoved her hood back up over her head and hurried into the plant store.

Her experiments with plant venoms was going faster than she thought it and she needed a new supply. She pushed open the door and nearly crawled out of her skin at the sound. "Bloody dark wizards," she muttered. They were more dramatic than a pack of 15 year old girls.

Once the sound died away she walked through the shop browsing the different plants on display.