A wide variety of shops lined the alley way: antique stalls, cauldron and equipment shops, luxury boutiques, stores selling dragon hide goods, all showcasing an array of the finest in skins. Witches and wizards from far and wide flocked to Diagon Alley like fireflies to a lamp, enthusiasm accentuating their features as they riffled through barrels and bins. The melody of their strong and distinct accents drifted through his ears as they ambled past. There were chimes of bells that tinkled incessantly as the people sauntered in an out of the stores, entranced by the merchandise. They purchased bags of potion ingredients and fragile, but colorful vials.
It was summer and children pressed their faces into the front windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies marveling at the newest brooms. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was no longer in session and it showed in the amount of people flocking to Diagon Alley. Florean Fortescue’s was practically bursting at the seams with children and Molly smiled as she watched them tug at their mother’s skirts, or cling to their sides when strangers passed by. Her mother had offered to watch the children today so that Lily could get some shopping done.
The wool shop was more of a club house for grannies than a shop, but even young Molly loved it better than any other shop in the alley. The old ladies doted on her, spoiled her and they told her all their best knitting tricks, even if she’d heard them before. She took it all in stride, as she gathered up her purchases, one large sack full of yarn. She made her way out of the shop, thanking the keeper as she went, as she turned she bumped into someone.
“Oh excuse me, I’m terribly sorry.”