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The Diagon Alley’s florist has given Cho quite a great deal on the sunflower seeds and the white gardenias. It’s way cheaper than at the Muggle shop down her street. And the florist has wrapped the flowers up so neatly in newspapers for her, it looks like a proper bouquet. They’ve even placed the seeds inside a small cardboard box. She pockets the box carefully, cautious to not spill its content, and puts the flowers inside her large canvas bag, the one she always brings with her for weekend’s shopping days like this one. Cho pays the florist and thanks them before moving on with her shopping.

When it comes to shopping, Cho has never been good at keeping to her list. A maximalist at heart, her approach to it is to buy what she thinks she needs in the future. Hence why, the next thing Cho knows, she’s hauling a huge and heavy copper cauldron around. Flailing about as she tries to remember the spell for making things smaller. Her hands grasping at the cold copper.

“What is that spell again?” Cho huffs, finally placing the cauldron on the ground of the quieter part of Diagon Alley. She tugs her hair behind her ear and dusts off her hands. Looking around for familiar faces. When she spots one, she waves her hand at them and smiles apologetically, trying to get their attention. “Hey! Great to see you. Please tell me you remember first year spells better than I do.” 

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Narcissa’s heels clicked against the cobblestones of Diagon Alley as she walked with the authority of a witch who had put one too many small businesses into bankruptcy, ruin, and shame. She was on a mission today. Determined, even as shopkeepers, cart owners, and employees seemed to dodge out of her path, to figure out just who had run their mouth to her husband about her discussion with William. 

Her mission, which did include popping into Twilfitt and Tatting's to see just how small the fitting rooms had become, did not include being called out to like a peddler on the street. Blonde hair being tossed over her shoulder, Narcissa looked the young woman up and down. She couldn’t place her. Not one of Draco’s friends. Not the daughter of someone she knew. The girl was irrelevant. 

“I will admit I’ve never heard of this particular scam before but it won’t work on me.” She wouldn’t be getting a single galleon out of her purse for the opportunity for Narcissa to be in her downline or the cauldron to vanish the moment she set her wand upon it. “An owl to the Kwikspell Company would be in your best interest if you don’t wish to spend the rest of your days trying to swindle innocent pedestrians.”