Madam Malkin's'

Putting on her robes Breana's mind was field with ideas of what would occur during the trip to Diagon Ally. It was always somewhat awkward to be with her muggle family in a wizard area. She wasn't ashamed of being muggle-born or walking around with muggles, however; it was weird having both worlds come together. There was also the difficulty of explaining things to her family every time they went shopping for wizarding goods. Her parents seemed so lost compared to their way of being very informed like they were in the muggle world. For her dad it was probably the worst since he was always trying to get the best deal, but in the wizarding world he wouldn't know if he was being cheated on when buying things.

She finished putting on her robes and was already to go and as she walked out of her room she saw her sister standing in front of the bathroom mirror redoing her hair for about the twelfth time that morning. What was odd was that Emily was wearing robes, Breana's robes.

"What are you doing?" she furiously asked Emily.
Emily simply replied with her know it all voice, "Brushing my hair."
"I know that I meant my robes, what are you doing wearing my clothes. One you have your own clothes and two those aren't muggle clothes. Also, your hair is brushed enough you don't need to burn t off with the hair iron." Breana's hair was bushy and a bit frizzy, and it could have been easily have become flat and smooth looking with the iron. She didn't care about this though and like her hair much better not being like everybody else's.
She continues straitening her hair with the iron, "We're going to this witch place so i might as dress the way everyone else is."
"You could have asked first."
"So what?"
"Your just lucky those are some of my old robes and not any of my school ones."
"Uh-huh" she said still looking straight at the mirror brushing once again.

Breana simply turned away and headed down stairs some sickles, knuts, and gallons hitting against each making a rattling noise. Again her sister was showing how materialistic she was. She didn't want to be pointed out as the odd one in the crowd. In this case it was a muggle in a crowd of wizards and witches. It didn't really bother Breana that she didn't want to have to deal with uneasy stares, but it was the fact that this act would make it seem like she was ashamed of being a muggle, and with the already existing prejudice against muggle-borns having a muggle go against them in a wizard environment was not a wise thing to do. There was also the fact that she would be seen by Breana's friends who knew she was a muggle and would find it odd that she was dressed like them. It would be odd in the sense that there is nothing to hide if it is already known.

When they had had arrived in London and parked their car in front of the Leaky Cauldron it was already nearly noon and the sun was almost directly above their heads. Breana lead the three muggles to the back of the pub, tapped on the bricks of the back wall, and then took a step back as the wall began to fold open revealing Diagon Alley. The street was full of an assortment of witches and wizards and the musty smell of owls and old cauldrons. There were wizards that looked as old as Dumbledore and there were some that were too young to go to Hogwarts who were crowed by windows of stores greedily peering inside. As they walked past the Owl Emporium owls hooted at passerby turning their heads all the way around in a queer position. Many young Hogwarts students were huddled around the Quality Quidditch Supplies window peering at the latest broomstick model, while next-door weird smells were coming from the Apothecary. Once they had made their way past this crowd they reached the front of Madam Malkin's and Flourish and Blott's. It was already very crowed in the bookstore so they decided to enter the robe shop first and come back to pick up Breana's required reading.

The shop was very wooden inside with large mirrors on the walls. An occasional platform was on the ground with tape measures bundled next to them for measuring people's sizes for robes. On the other side of the store their were racks of many different colored robes of many sizes and coming out of the racks was Madam Malkin, a short with gray hair up in a high bun with a cheerful look on her face.

"Good morning dears, how may I help you this fine afternoon?" she asked with the cheerful grin rowing a bit bigger.
"Good, just need to get some new Ravenclaw Hogwarts robes," replied Bre.

Ushering Breana up onto a platform she pulled out a tape measure from her maroon robe pocket she began measuring her. Then she went off back into the racks to search for the proper robes. While she disappeared amongst the hundreds of robes the bell the front door rang as a familiar face entered the shop. It was Theo, a Gryffindor who was in the same year as Breana and was the Gryffindor Quidditch captain.

"Well look who it is," said Breana who had a huge smirk on her face that she was trying to bring down.
"So we meet again," he said keeping a much straighter face. With this they both started laughing bearing big grins on their faces. Theo was tall handsome boy with wide shoulders and brown hair that went down past his ears.
"Mum, Dad this is Theo he goes to my school," Bre said as her parents shook his hand. Shewalkedaway from her familyas they began looking at a weird set of robes that contained lace,"So Theo what are you doing here?"
"Same as you I presume...robes getting too small."

At this Madam Malkin came back with some fresh new robes that she handed to Breana, who paid her, and then turned back to Theo, "Yup I would say that." Madam Malkin was already pulling Theo up onto the platform as they left and then headed off to Flourish and Blott's.