Quality Products

Diagon Alley did not look the same anymore. Not liked it used to. It seemed like it was yesterday all the shops had been blooming, and the street itself was colourful and lively – now, the atmosphere had changed indeed. Most stores were open still, but their facades were discrete, covered in posters from The Ministry of Magic mostly warnings and advice on how to protect oneself and one's family.

People were mostly shopping in groups now, and they rarely stayed longer than absolutely necessary.

Small stalls of suspicious origin were seen everywhere and doubtful witches and wizards were lurking in the shadows.

Yet one store in Diagon Alley was still in full bloom and more colourful than any shop there ever was – Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

People who were out shopping couldn't help but stop and have a look even though they wanted to finish their shopping as fast as possible.

Even the other shop owners couldn't help but have a look from time to time.

Today was one of these days.

The weather was grey and boring, and not many people were seen in Diagon Alley as it was evening.

A group of five people clung together and made their way towards The Leaky Cauldron – they hurried and didn't notice anyone around them. They didn't even take note of the young woman who was casually strolling down the street alone.

She noticed them – she always noticed all the shoppers.

Daisy Moon worked at Quality Quidditch Supplies, her uncle's store, and she was currently on her way, alone, walking down the street. The fact that she worked at a shop that sold brooms and Quidditch supplies might have explained her look – her mane of dark hair reached just below her shoulders and looked messy as if she just jumped of a broom. Her eyes were emerald and sharp, her ears held 5 piercings each. Half her back and belly were covered with a flower tattoo even though it wasn't visible through her black and golden cloak. She was wearing a few leather bracelets and her nails were painted with black nail-polish.

Her heels were clicking on the street and she had her wand in her pocket, ready if something were to happen.

She always walked alone, even though she knew dodgy people were all over the place.

As she strolled on, a big wizard with massive scars and some missing teeth yelled at her.

"Oi love, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn't you be inside?" he said in a dark slow voice.

Daisy stopped and looked at him.

"I decide," she said. She didn't give much about him, she was sure he wouldn't last long if she got her wand out.

"Oh do you now love, well a pretty girl like you shouldn't take her chances now should she," he said in mockery.

Daisy already had her wand at the ready and before the blink of an eye, the wizard was on the ground, entwined in his cloak. Daisy packed her wand away and casually strolled on – it was the third time this week she had been in a situation like this. She knew she could take anyone down if she wanted to, she wasn't scared.

Daisy absent-mindedly chewed on the metal bar in her tongue as she strolled on towards the Weasley's shop.

She could see through the windows that there were still a few customers in the shop but she knew that the shop was about to close at any moment. She reached the entrance and opened the door to the store – sounds were heard everywhere, coloured smoke in rose in spirals and other shapes from various places, many different smells reached Daisy's nose as she closed the door behind her and entered the familiar shop.

She made her way through the shop and looked in interest as she saw new products on the shelves yet again.

She made it to the counter where a tall red-headed guy in a spectacular dragon skin suit was serving the last customers of the day.

"... and remember to add the daisy BEFORE using it, otherwise you hair might go blue," he said as he bagged the item the customer just bought. The customer paid, took the bag and headed towards the door.

"Ah speaking about daisies," said the guy as he spotted Daisy.

"Hi Fred," said Daisy and smiled at him, "where is George?" she added after noticing the lack of Fred's twin brother.

"He is out getting Dittany – don't think he'll be back until tomorrow – it's not easy to get hold of but you know how useful it is in healing processes, and we're working on .. oi mate," he cut off as he saw a young boy fiddling with some very dangerous looking potions, "you better put that back before you start mutating into a massive mushroom."

The boy immediately put the bottle of potion down and stepped away.

"Urgh hold on, I better close up before any accidents happen – take a seat," Fred said to Daisy and pointed at a chair in the corner behind the counter. Daisy took a seat as Fred got the last few customers out and closed for the day. He returned to Daisy with a smile on his lips.

"So what brings you here today love, how's the shop?" he asked as he took a seat on the chair's armrest.

"Had a couple of Death Eaters in yesterday, but other than that, brilliant. You know I'm working on improving brooms and I'm working on this polish for the handle to make it harder to resist any attacks – I found out that if I extract the juice of Fluxweed I can make a liquid that turns the handle diamond-hard," she said as she pulled a small bottle from her pocket, "that's why I came over; I thought you might be able to use it for something else," Daisy said as she handed the bottle to Fred, who eagerly took it with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Oh I think we can make some use of that," he said with a pleased smile on his face before putting the bottle away, storing it safely in a drawer, "thanks Daisy."

"No problem Fred," Daisy said while gesturing with a wave that it meant nothing.

"Well since you brought me a bottle of potion, how about I share this bottle of Fire Whiskey with you?" Fred suggested with a grin as he pulled out a bottle from a cabinet next to the drawer where he had just placed the potion.

"Freddie you know me so well," Daisy laughed as she received a glass full of amber golden liquor that smelled slightly burned which suited the name.

"Cheers," she said as she raised her glass at Fred who had just poured himself some as well.

"To the hope that all Death Eaters run into an angry, hungry Griffin by the end of the night," he said as he raised his glass as well.

"That doesn't sound like a bad thing to say cheers about" Daisy grinned before putting the glass to her lips and drinking the whiskey.