The day had grown long, and Fiona had everything on her supply list. She had already had such a great first experience in Diagon Alley that she couldn't believe it was already nearly 6 pm. Her thick Auburn hair had gone from down and standard to up and slightly frizzy. The energy of the street was electrifying to her, and she had met so many people today as well. With her parents close behind her, the trio stumbled upon the most colorful shop on the street.

" Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, wizards like Alterations, don't they?" Asked Fiona's mother, Katherine. " Looks fun in there, Fiona. Why don't you pop in, and your father and I will be out here making sure we have everything." Fiona loved having her parents around for this milestone in her life. She also enjoyed the freedom that came with it. " Yeah, it looks a bit like a joke shop. Fi, do some research. Make sure no one tries to pull one over on you because you don't come from a Wizarding family. or whatever they call us." Fiona looked her father in the eyes and then her mother as a means of agreeing with them. She stepped forward onto the steps of the shop with her hand on the door; she looked back to her parents. " I won't be too long, I promise." She told them. Pushing on the door, a rush of air came forward as it opened up into the shop. There were many more people in this shop than there, including almost any other shop on the street. Her big hazel eyes lighting up at all of the colorful gadgets, floating feathers, and strange puff things in cages. Her facial expressions matched her confusion, excitement, and pure wonder. This was one hell of a store.

Fiona began walking around the shop, moving towards the "Pygmy Puffs?" she said to herself as she arrived at the cage filled with puffballs. These were not fabric puffs or cotton-balls, but tiny creatures—all in various shades of pinks and purples, blues and indigo. Fiona couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by how cute these tiny creatures were. And audible "ahh." erupted from her mouth. She stuck her figure between the wires of the cage to gentle touch one of the puffs. The little creature made a cute chirping/bubbling sound. Fiona smiled, and her eyes rose to the colorful shelves filled with practical jokes. Wizards had naturally found a better way to tell a joke, which was no surprise to Fiona at this point.

As she navigated through the store, Fiona glanced and gazed at as much product as her eyes could handle. Walking around and waiting for something to catch her eye truly.

Navigating Diagon Alley the year prior to this was a blur. While his aunt was with him and he met a few new friends, it hadn't felt real. Maybe he was to purchase items such as cauldrons for potions and even made a trip to Ollivanders for his very own wand but there was something that made Simon keep waiting for a muggle friend of his to pop out from a corner and yell "GOT YA" and that this magical world he was about to become a part of didn't really exist.

Since that trip he had embarked on his magical journey and had completed a year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While it still seemed so hard to believe, he also saw first hand that it was in fact truth and he needn't question it again.

So now being at Diagon Alley a second time, preparing for his Second Year at Hogwarts, he found himself much more attentive to everything around him. There was so much he had missed the first time. Simon found himself wandering into the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and while he wasn't one to play practical jokes on someone (because often they were a little mean), he was curious about all that the shop might have.

One thing in particular caught his eye, the comb-a-chameleon. He had one in his hands and was examining the box when he heard the soft delighted squeals of some pygmy puffs. A girl was examining them and he could tell that she either hadn't seen anything like them before or she was really wanting one.

As she departed from them, she began to head towards his way. He went to step aside so she'd have enough room to walk, but he ended up tumbling into one of the displays - doing more harm to his ego than anything else.

As Fiona steered herself through the crowds, she kept looking up and around at the higher shelves. The built-ins were near to the ceiling and were completely jam-packed with the product. Fiona's hazel eyes sunk back down to reveal that she was heading straight towards a collision with a young boy. Fiona felt their eyes lock and her heart skip a beat. She definitely wasn't expecting him to be there. And for a split second, she dug her heels into the ground to try to prevent her from crashing into the boy. He seemed to have had more of a grasp on the event than she did because he moved aside enough for the majority of her body to glide through a gap between him and a display of Rememberalls. However, there was a casualty or two.

Fiona's eyes dart down to the boy's hand, where he had placed a hand to support himself while Fiona walked through the gap between him and the table. Thankfully it wasn't too difficult, and the table nearly made a muffled wooden thud. The glass Rememberalls chimed and lacked together. The objects weren't at risk of harm, but it seemed Fiona's ego was. The boy, she wasn't sure about. She reached out her hand to grab his free arm in an attempt to help him find balance. As if she could have done anything at that point.

" I'm so sorry, mate." She confessed in her West Irish accent. Her eyes sunk again to the free-hand of the boy that she impulsively grabbed. She realized her impulse and quickly removed her hand from the lad. Noticing that he had a box in this hand. " I hope yer, Chamelon, is alright." she continued. The buzz of the shop continued around the two students. Fiona was able to adjust her eyes to focus on the boy a bit more now. He seemed tall. Or maybe he was older than her. Most people probably were older than her. Fiona was 11, after all. An 11-year-old who liked to be mostly thick auburn hair. Her hair was straight for the most part, and it had plenty of body to it. Granted, it was all up in a frizzy ponytail at this point, but the amount of hair that laid upon her head was still impressive.

Due to the part of the day that it had become, small baby strands of her hair lay against the back of her neck, and some strands rested on her face. "probably thinks I'm a right git for that." she thought to herself.

As with any sort of collision, it happened so fast - even for someone like him with usually quick reflexes. Most of the product remained in tact except for one or two and Simon felt rather bad for making this happen because he knew that this was one of the busiest times for the shopkeepers of Diagon Alley.

He didn't fault the girl at all. He should have paid more attention to his surroundings than zoning out there as he got his hair care product. It was nice of her to try and stabilize him but he wondered if her quick reflex to pull her hand away was due to the fact that she thought secondly about it, that she was embarrassed, or maybe she was thrown off by the coldness of his skin. He did have a much lower temperature than most - one of the 'lovely' traits of being a dhampir.

"No need to be sorry!" he smiled to her, glad that she was fine. If he would have collided into her it wouldn't have been THAT big of a casualty, but he did know that his strength would cause it to be more than just a slight bump so he was glad this was the outcome. "I should have been more attentive. Guess I'm just glad to be back in the wizarding world," he said, letting it known that this wasn't his usual scene. He had come from the muggle world as she had, although he didn't know this about her yet...but glancing down at what was in his hands and calling it what she had gave him a clue.

"Too focused on getting a hair care product of all things," he lifted the box to show her. "Sometimes I like my hair down but lately I've been trying to style it up and I thought I'd give this a try to make it easier." Wow, he sounded like some sort of twit. Although, while Simon Kincaid was rather low maintenance, hair was one of his higher priorities.

He placed the box down on another shelf so his hands could be free and he knelt down to begin stacking up the display as the shopkeeper had it and knowing he would find some broken ones amid the mix. He would clean those up best he could (because no one wanted to leave glass around) and he'd offer to pay for the ones he broke.

He glanced back up to her and smiled. This time last year he wasn't sure that everyone that was in Diagon Alley would go to Hogwarts. He wondered if there were other wizarding schools. Since attending his first year, he know knew that yes, there were other schools but that they mostly did their shopping elsewhere - their own sort of Diagon Alleys. Therefore, that meant that this girl most likely would be attending the same school as he did. "I'm Simon. Simon Kincaid," he introduced himself, showing there were no hard feelings but also wanting to extend out his help if she should need it - although he didn't prove to be a very capable person of helping others yet. "I'm going into my second year at Hogwarts."

Fiona watched as the display of rememberalls came to a tumble in front of the two students. The boy did what he could to save any many as possible. Unfortunately, a few had fallen to the ground. The boxes, hopefully, were protection enough for the majority of the fallen items. Though it was all unintentional, Fiona felt a pang of guilt flare-up in her gut. "Shit." She stated. "Really sorry." She continued. The boy reassured Fiona that there was no fault to be placed on either of the two. He admitted to Fiona that he wasn't fully paying attention either. She felt a bit of relief. It was clearly a clumsy moment.

" A chameleon wit hair?" Fiona began "I wouldn't doubt that those actually exist." As she tried to joke with the young boy. "Why wouldn't chameleons be the first ting you think of when thinking of hair products?" she continued. "Just seems batshit to me." She said with a friendly toothless smile forming. The boy had knelt to assist the shopkeeper with the product called in the tussle and introduced himself. " Hiya Simon. I'm Fiona." With an expression of relief, Fiona felt a bit more at ease that the boy, Simon, wasn't much older than her and that he was at least a bit more well versed at the wizarding community than she. She valued knowledge in any way she could get it. " Oh what a relief. This is all a bit much to take in at first. This is my first year going there, and I have no idea what to expect."

The store remained busy and unphased by the shuffle between the two students. There were still the sounds of mini-fireworks going off, the register keys tapping, the chiming of the glass love potion bottles that were getting a lot of attention from young girls. The hissing of sparklers and the popping of bubbles. The lights in the shop seemed to get bright in contrast to the light outside. It wasn't much, but it gave the room a warmer glow. Fiona continued to focus her attention on Simon. She had so many questions about the wizarding world, the school, and her surrounding but the words that escaped her were "What is a rememberall?" She looked down beside the boy to see a stray package a bit behind his foot. Fiona gestured to the straggler and moved forward in an attempt to reach for the box. Halfway through, Fiona realized that by her body being closer to Simon, she might actually inhibit him from trapping the box, and for Fiona to be able to get it, she would half to reach beyond the boy's foot. Which would be a bit more invasive than she intended, so halfway down to grab the box, Fiona stopped herself once again and leaned back from the boy. " Sorry," she began. "There is one by yer foot, I wasn't sure if you had seen it or not." she explained.

@Simon Kincaid

"No, no, it's not really a chameleon at all, it just helps style your hair and..." and he paused. No twelve year old boy wanted to admit to anyone, especially a girl that they had just met, that they cared about their hair a little too much. "And uh...nevermind. Pleasure to meet you, Fiona," he smiled, glad that he could quickly deter from the subject.

He was about to grab one of the rememberalls that was within reach when she sort of came and leaned into him, bringing herself quite close to his own. He didn't mind, expect for the fact that he hoped her skin wouldn't touch hers. He was always noticeably cooler than everyone else and sometimes that threw people off and they sort of got this unsettled feeling from it and he certainly didn't want that for a first impression. It was better when someone discovered it after having known some about him because then somehow it just didn't seem so awkward.

"No, I hadn't," he said, now reaching toward her to take the package from her. "It's like a glass marble almost with some kind of....well, I suppose you'd say smoke inside," he explained. "If it's clear, you're good but if it's red, then you've forgotten something. There was a Ravenclaw girl in my History of Magic class that picked one up nearly every ten minutes." She was quite organized and precise and apparently had wanted to keep things that way.

"You know, if there's anything I can help you with - questions or your supply list, I don't mind helping. Happy to help, really. I just need to check out my hai-" he stopped short of saying hairbrush, " - my purchase and then I can go around with you or we could find a table at the ice cream place to talk." Then again, maybe she was there with her parents or something. He hadn't thought about that. The year prior to this he was with his Aunt Maggie but this year he had come independently.