It was a nice day, considering the air was filled of gossip and bad news. All Brooklyn heard was about this weird Harry Potter kid, and that he won some trophy and that he killed some kid or something. She couldn't get the full story because all she had to resort to was eavesdropping on most likely very unreliable sources.
She didn't dare try talk to any of these magic-folk and make conversation. She didn't want anyone finding out she was a 'muggle'. She wanted to go into Ollivander's so badly and try out some wands. Or fly a broom. But she was too scared. No muggle had ever set foot in Diagon Alley before, as she'd been told.
She tried to focus and read a copy of the Daily Prophet, which was again about this Harry Potter kid, and try to relax on this nice, warm bench. It was summer. Summer meant no school. Summer meant no chores, no worries. And summer meant kids shopping for next year's school supplies. It was mid-summer, and these little wizards and witches (Brooklyn loved calling them that) were already out shopping? Brooklyn was a last-minute shopper, as was most kids back in New York.
She yawned, licking an ice-cream cone she'd gotten from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. On the front cover was a moving black-and-white picture of a boy named Cedric Diggory. Apparently, according to the article, he'd been killed by this dude name Voldemort. But this paper says it's not true. Whatever. This Potter kid brought his body back after winning the Triwizard Tournament. What was that? But honestly, this paper sure did think this Potter kid was a crack-up, and Albus Dumbledore. Brooklyn had heard of him, ooh yeah. He was the head honcho of some wizarding school.
She licked her ice cream, savoring the cold sensation. She looked around, watching these people, these wizards. There were two redheaded twins coming out of Gambol & Japes Wizarding Joke Shop. Boy, did they seem pleased…
Brooklyn yawned, finishing off the last of the cone, and started to stare up at the sun. It sure was bright out, and it hurt her eyes just to look at it. Of course, it always hurt when you look up at the sun. She heard once this boy in her school went blind from doing it. It wasn't believable, though.
She yawned again, looking around. She laid back, putting the newspaper on her lap, and sighed. Wow. She was bored. She was just tired, maybe. She wondered where her grandpa was, or that huge man. Was he here? Her grandpa rarely came here anymore. She was curious as to why this was. This place, this world was fascinating!
She got up, tossing the paper in a trashcan next to the bench, and headed towards Ollivander's-Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. Wow…that was a long time ago, huh? As she walked to the door, trying to calm down and act like she was a witch or whatever. That's when she saw him. The boy that was on the front cover of the newspaper!
Whatshisname…Harry Potter! That was it! Harry Potter!