A crooked street that meanders and winds through the alleyway, having felt many footsteps on its colorful stones a few have cracked or are worn but still remains a way which swirling witches and wizards have shouted and laughed on their merry way around Diagon Alley.
Gallia ran down the street, her hair flying behind her. She finally reached a shaded spot and sat down. She leaned against a bush, closed her eyes, and sighed angrily. People are so mean to her! It's not like she choose to become this!
Gallia jumped at the sound of a voice. She didn't expect anyone to follow her. "Uh, thanks." She said grabbing the ice cream. "Why are you here anyway? You wouldn't want to be around a vampire would you?"
Gallia sighed. She shouldn't be so mean. This girl was trying to be nice. No wonder no one liked her. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and placed her head in between her legs.
Eva walked up and fell into step beside the three girls, despite her familiarity with Diagon Alley it had taken longer then she liked to find the two, her black robes rustled in the quiet of the street and a breeze picked up lifting her black hair off her neck and sending its choppy edges into the air. She cleared her throat "Pardon me."
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