Time of thread: winter break, January


Nicky was heading out of the Weasley's shop in the diagon alley with a huge bag in her hands. She had been saving her pocket money for the whole duration of the semester just for the sake of this moment. It was one of her favourite shops and since she was a little kid she had occasionally bugged her mother to buy her something there so she could prank her siblings. Now, however, it was even more fun shopping at Weasley's because she knew she could bring all those pranking supplies to Hogwarts where she would organize brilliant pranking campaigns with her friends - the boom members. The girl had bought a concerning amount of dungbombs, exploding bonbons and enchanted snowballs. In fact, there were so many of them, that the prank supplies barely fit in the bag and she had to hold some of them with her hands to prevent them from falling. She was so preoccupied with making sure nothing fell out of the bag that she ran into someone right when she almost made it to the exit and tripped, dripping the bag to the ground. She looked at the girl in front of her, looking pretty startled, and started rambling apologetically while simultaneously attempting to pick up the snowballs that had rolled out of the bag in all directions imaginable.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you like this, sometimes I just forget to look where I'm going, are you all right?"
She picked up a snowball that had rolled far under the counter, then darted to another one that was lying next to the door, looking at the girl while she did it.
"Are you a student at Hogwarts too? I think I have seen you before in class probably, but I might be wrong because I mostly know people from my own house and only a few from the others, are you also a third year?"

"Muuuuum," Haven groaned as she was led into Madam Malkin's. The last thing she wanted to do right now was go visit the clothes shop for new school robes, especially when there were so many other interesting things to do in Diagon Alley. Only being home a few times a year, and the shops being so far away, this was a rare treat, and Haven didn't want to spend all of it being used as a human pincushion! Unfortunately, Haven's mother just pinched her cheeks and told her to be patient.

Haven did not like being patient.

At long last, she was finally free from her torture, joyful once more with the promise to visit whatever shop she wanted. She was positively bursting with energy after having to stand still for so long, and while she had a lot of options, she couldn't think of anywhere more energetic and full of like that Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Plus, she wanted to pet the pygmy puffs- and she was sure her mum wouldn't object to that either. She absolutely had to get something to cause a little bit of mischief- like a soap that kept slipping out of people's hands, or better yet, something no one would expect: a mint that tasted like cherry! Put it underneath someone's pillow and they wouldn't suspect a thing!
Clearly she was quite the mischief maker. Putting a crayon in the marker bin... she was ruthless.

Haven dragged her mother by the hand, leading into the shop filled with all sorts of hazardous goods she wouldn't approve of. She figured her mother would have much preferred to go look at the nice critters somewhere else, or perhaps sit down for a scoop of ice cream at Florian Fortescue's. Poor mum. Today was not that day, though upon quick entry into the building, they did discover one of the reasons why it was slightly dangerous: people everywhere, and one bumping right into her!

"Sorry, sorry," Haven apologized, scrambling to help the girl pick up the snowballs that had fallen out of her bag. "Yeah, yes, I'm okay!" she said, brushing off her bright yellow sweater. She turned to her mother for a moment, pointing over to a corner. "I'm pretty sure the pygmy puffs are over in that corner if you want to wait for me over there!" Her mother nodded, and the matching red hair disappeared into shelves full of 'strange wizard things'.

"Yeah, I go to Hogwarts too! That's super cool. We both go to the same school, and... well, I'm pretty sure we have a class together, I just can't remember which one. We have so many classes, sometimes it's hard to keep track of! Pile upon pile of homework and so many people, and we'll just be getting more next year and- oh, yeah, I am a third year! My name's Haven. I'm a Hufflepuff."