I was wandering through Diagon Alley when something caught my eye. A store. More importantly, a potion ingredients store. I rushed over there, forgetting my pure-blood training, skidded to a stop just before I got to the door, composed myself, and entered. The smell of different herbs, spices, and decomposing animals hit me. Hard. I wandered, looking everywhere in delight. I tried to soak up every single detail, and preserve it in my mind. I barely held back a squeal of ecstasy. I would have gladly spent hours there, carefully observing everything. "Ooh, preserved Ashwinder eggs!" I said with glee. Most likely when I got older, I would look for a summer job in Diagon Alley, and the first place I would start in would be right here. I would be perfect for the job. After all, I already saw several deficiencies in the organization. And I would be the perfect employee. Quiet, ready to follow orders, efficient. But this was too much planning ahead. I wished I could buy something from the incredible shop, but I had to go on and get the rest of my supplies from the other shops. I hadn't even gone to Madame Malkin's yet for my robes! Farewell, the place of my dreams, thought I. Until we meet again.