Putting it simply - Angus Watson didn't understand the fun.

Obviously, he knew the definition of it. The boy was quite well-read, so he must have seen it in some book. But the theory wasn’t the practice. And when it would come to having actual fun, looking for invisible thestrals (even though he wasn’t sure they really existed) was just more interesting than playing with a fanged frisbee; it would always frighten bowtruckles.

So why did Angus decide to possibly waste a part of his life at the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes? He had no idea. Yes, the Gryffindor was bored; he got onto the Diagon Alley a day before leaving for Hogwarts to buy new robes and there was a lot of extra time left. But to enter specifically this place? He underestimated himself. Spending too much time in the library and with shy bowtruckles made him really sensitive for loud tones. And the shop was so noisy! It sounded like the only thing that you could buy here was exploding bonbons. Angus frowned as he walked in. Nevertheless, he had to admit: everything here was impressive. The room was filled with things (or people) flying, breathing fire, occasionally vomiting and obviously blasting. Maybe being a muggle-born, not used to magic outside the school made such an impression on him. The boy continued his little trip with poorly concealed amazement on his face. Not stopping at every shelf in every department of the store turned out to be surprisingly difficult; the atmosphere of the shop, its character explained to him why everyone loved it so much.

Angus didn’t immediately admire every joke at the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but he finally understood the appeal and why so many people would try things they bought inside, right after purchase. The Gryffindor passed by the dungbombs shelf indifferently; he heard of them but as a muggle-born never had a pleasure to use one or be its target. Another thing quickly caught his attention: the stand with wizard crackers with only one person looking at it; a girl, around his age, he had seen her at Hogwarts, she was probably a Hufflepuff. In the next few seconds, they both became victims of someone in the shop who, unlike Angus, was a fan of dungbombs.

Also, apparently, they liked to use several at once.

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𝓓iagon Alley. Every time Amadea stepped foot into the bustling alleyway, she immediately felt overwhelmed. Even though this was her third year coming here, she still wasn't used to it. She wasn't sure that anyone was, though, which made her feel a little more reassured. As a Muggle born, Amadea had to venture through the shops alone. She didn't mind this; being the introverted and shy person she was, she would much rather traverse the street alone rather than follow behind a pack of strangers she did not know well. In hindsight, maybe Amadea should have asked one of her friends to accompany her, but it was too late now, she thought to herself as she surveyed the area around her.

Why she had decided to step into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was a mystery to her. The store was quite crowded and filled with so many trinkets that Amadea had no interest in purchasing. She had found a few things in the shop, such as her Invisibility Cloak and Marauder's Map, but neither came of much use to her as Amadea was never the type of person to break the rules. This store seemed like it was the exact opposite of who she was; all of the students who wanted to play pranks and skip class would buy things here. Maybe she could buy something for her friend Ami, who fit in with this store perfectly. It would be weird to walk in and walk out empty-handed, wouldn't it? Amadea looked around, trying to see what she could buy for Ami, regretting ever stepping foot into the loud, busy store.

As she looked around, Amadea tried to find something she recognized. She felt like a small, scared first year again, not knowing what any of the items in the store were. As a Muggle born student, she had to learn twice as fast to keep up with all of her classmates; while they only had to focus on the actual curriculum, Amadea also had to learn the culture and nuances of the wizarding world that they were already accustomed to. Being in the store felt like that; she didn't know what half of these items were. As she walked around, trying to spot anything familiar, she found herself next to a stand of wizard crackers. Amadea wasn't exactly sure what they did, but they looked harmless enough. She bent closer to the stand, wondering if she could pick one up without being harmed when suddenly there was a commotion and a putrid odor filled the air. Someone had let off dungbombs in the middle of the store.

Amadea plugged her nose and closed her eyes, trying to wave away the smell. As she did this, she felt her hand collide with something. Quickly opening her eyes, she turned to see another student standing there. From a quick survey, Amadea noticed his Gryffindor tie, but did not recognize who he was. "I am so sorry!" she said. "Are you okay? I was just trying to swat away the horrible smell of the dungbombs."

@Angus Watson

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After someone hilarious decided to let off a few dungbombs inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the first thought that crossed Angus’ mind, was that he has to work on his reflexes. It took him at least half of a minute to define the problem and react. By that time the horrible smell had already spread throughout the room and frankly, it felt like the scent was getting stronger. The boy covered mouth and nose with his jumper, but it didn’t help much. He turned and walked a few steps, with teary eyes searching for a window to let some air into the room. It was Hogwarts that provided him with this impulse. The Gryffindor was rather that kind of student who accidentally blows something up when fails; this experience taught him a bit of how to get rid of smoke and other unpleasant effects of explosions. Angus laughed under his breath (what he immediately regretted, feeling the odour coming into his nostrils), thinking about all his failures that could now prove helpful.

The room was enormous and finding an openable and reachable window wasn’t that easy. Searching for it with narrowed eyes and almost completely covered face didn’t help but the boy finally located one and walked towards it.
Hogwarts taught him to expect the unexpected, but he wasn’t suspecting a slap. And it wasn’t even a magical one!
Each of his friends and definitely every teacher knew that Angus was quite clumsy or according to others (him) he was just unlucky. Either way, no one has ever left him alone with glass phials or a broom, just to be sure. In this situation, the Gryffindor obviously lost his balance, staggered and to protect himself from falling, he leaned on something that had fallen over way too easily and, judging by the sound, knocked over other objects with a domino effect. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was in chaos; with the stench plus dust in the air and people escaping the shop as quickly as they could, being rather loud. Muggle-born or not, people hated dungbombs. Many tricks were still exploding or breathing fire which in this case didn’t really help to calm the atmosphere.

All the noise almost completely drowned out the apology of the Hufflepuff girl who as far as Angus managed to figure it out through this chaos, was the person who hit him. The only thing the boy heard was "... so sorry." and as long as it wasn’t “You should be so sorry.” it was ok for him. She said something more, but she spoke rather quietly, and he couldn’t hear her.
The Gryffindor took a look of horror at the pile of things he had turned over. Standing in front of that mess, like a possible perpetrator(s), it could lead to quick accusations, hethey had to hide. Half-screaming, half-showing Angus asked the girl to approach one of the alleys, in which the crowd was, well, smaller.

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𝓐madea coughed, trying not to breathe in the putrid smell of the dungbombs. Whoever had set them off either had an agenda for someone in the store or really wanted to prank everyone. Whatever the reason was, Amadea did not appreciate it. The store was crowded and the only source of fresh air came from the front door opening and closing and a small window that she couldn't even reach. If Amadea was more of a confrontational person, she would have wanted to find the perpetrators and give them a good smacking. However, Amadea was exactly the opposite. Although she was quite annoyed, she would let the incident slide.

As the haze began to clear, she glanced over at the person she had accidentally smacked. She didn't recognize him and he hadn't said anything back to her; she wondered if it was because he was horribly angry at her for smacking him or because he couldn't hear. She hoped it was the latter, considering the chaos reigning inside Weasley's Wizard Wheezes at the moment. Amadea was beginning to regret stepping into the store at all. She normally never would have been to a store like this; none of the items in the stop held any interest to her because she wasn't the type of person that played mean pranks on people or constantly got in trouble. She was the goody-two-shoes whether she liked it or not and even though she was shopping for her friend, she regretted coming to this store. She could have found something else perfectly acceptable in another shop. And now she was stuck in a horrible smelling shop with a Gryffindor that might or might not be angry at her for slapping him accidentally.

Amadea sighed, knowing there was nothing she could do about it now. Dwelling on the past would only cause her unneeded stress and sadness, so she focused on what was happening in the present. The Gryffndor was now yelling something at Amadea, and she tried her best to pick up what he was saying. She surveyed the mess in front of them, realizing with horror that they looked terribly like suspects for this dungbomb explosion considering the mess strewn before them in the aisle. He was saying something about moving toward an alley where the crowd was smaller. She nodded, pushing her way around the pile of things on the floor and the people around her until she reached a less crowded part of the store.

"Wow," she said. "Well that was quite an experience." She looked over at the boy. "I'm Amadea. Campbell. Third year Hufflepuff."

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