Hermione Granger, aged 11, was standing in Diagon Alley with her parents, her mouth wide open, staring at the shop in front of her. Her eyes travelled from the creaky sign hanging above the shop's door, to around the shop window, by now her eyes practically popping with excitement. She turned to her parents;
"We have to go in here! Please, please pleeeaaaaassse!"
Her parents looked at each other smiling. "When have we ever not allowed you to do what you love?" Her mother replied. Her father grinned.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Hermione yelled happily. "I know I'm saying things in three's, but I can't help it, I'm so excited!"
"I can see why!" her father said nodding towards the shop. "You'd better get in there!"
Hermione beamed at them and led the way into the shop. Almost an hour later, they emerged, laden with packages. Something occurred to Hermione as they walked back up the street towards the wall that led to the back garden of the Leaky Cauldron.
"I must remember the name of that shop." She thought, and glanced over her shoulder at the creaky sign that hung over the entrance.
It read; Flourish and Blotts.