Jane wandered through Diagon Alley, completing errands by rote. Six years of school had been torture! Only one to go; maybe she could get a few more mandrakes to celebrate. Determined to make this quick, she pulled her long brown hair into a messy bun and put her ever-present earmuffs back on. Then, she dove back into the crowd, everyone towering above her despite her age.
Wandering absentmindedly, she saw a great deal of students sporting brand new capes. Was this a rebellion against the school uniform, or just a temporary fad? Hmm, better leave the masses to their nonsense. They’d only be easier to mess with if they came to close to her precious Womping Willow- yes, it was the school’s on paper, so what? She had claimed it and that was that.
Suddenly one of the surrounding conversations registers, bringing Jane to a halt. “… I’m like fire…” @TwinStorm
Jane turns back and sizes up the speaker. Yes, they’re a student- that could be trouble. Stalking up to the curly haired kid she warns, “You bring any fire near my greenhouses and I will hex you. I take fire warnings very seriously.”