It was a plain sunny evening with nothing remarkable about it. The plain and ordinary people went about there business normally and uneventfully. Ladies shopping, movie goers filling and emptying the cinemas, children begging their mothers for this or that, people milling through rows in book stores, tourists sporting maps wondering aimlessly. Absolutely nothing to suggest that anything odd or unusual could happen in this fine, normal, little London street. Yet in less than the time it took for the balding man at the corner to casually turn the page of his newspaper, the plainness and civility of the avenue was laid waste by way of an attractive young girl emerging from a small, dingy pub.
Though pretty with violently red hair there was nothing to suggest any thing different to her except perhaps somewhat mismatched clothing, bright yellow overalls, black low neck shirt, and a green hat covered with fishing lures that clashed with her hair. She was carrying a small paper shopping bag with a crest on it. As she and five similarly badly dressed people exited the quickly disintegrating door she opened the bag and began to look through it excitedly. Half way down the street she removed a red and green striped envelope that would have been confused for a Christmas card if it weren't near the end of summer. Confused she began to fumble with the corner, but before she could even begin to open it sprang from her hands un rolling itself like a scroll. She froze horrified as the parchment tore and folded itself into an paper monkey complete with tail. As the rest of the group she was with turned it began to clap to loud previously nonexistent circus music. Then as it began to hop in circle it bellowed, " Weasly and Weasly proudly present, the new and improved Mad Monkey Howler! It sings dances and plays music all while delivering the message to the person it is intended for! Currently on sale at Weasly's Wizarding Wheezes!"
The red haired girl scooped up the suddenly limp paper monkey rushing past stunned people, and went pelting up the street after the others in her group. They shot around a corner into a vacant alleyway throwing themselves against the walls huffing. The shortest of the group was a plump women who wore a look of utmost furry and Ginny Weasly knew she was in trouble.