“Did you see that?! He had a gun.”
Pansy turned around when she realised she was being spoken to in the midst of a busy street. She’d been on her way to Diagon Alley, but was in no rush. “A what?” Pansy was born into a family of wizards and was rarely in contact with the muggle world at all. She was therefore very unfamiliar with things that were common knowledge to muggles, which was why it took her a moment to realise what she was being told. She might not know much, but she was quite sure that this was out of the ordinary, which the woman’s tone of voice only confirmed. A gun was dangerous.
She reached inside her long coat and rested her hand on the hilt of her wand. “Who had a gun?”





