Sara stood by the doorway to the shop. Was she in the right place? Sara couldn't tell. Perhaps not. She entered anyway. Of course! It was the quidditch shop. Not where she needed to go, but that was okay. Sara wasn't the biggest fan of quidditch, but she didn't dislike it. It just wasn't her thing, but that was okay. A helper scurried up to Sara.
"May I help you?" The girl squeaked. Sara estimated her age to be about 25. But the girl had a small voice for someone of that age.
"I'm good. Just browsing." Sara muttered, shaking her head. That wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Well, she might as well browse. She was here, after all. After looking around a bit, Sara was impressed. Such a large collection of brooms. They even had attachments and stuff. She wasn't really planning to buy anything, but it had been fun to look around. Sara figured that her parents could wait a bit. They were off buying her other school supplies. She was supposed to get her books, but she had gotten lost. Diagon Alley was a bit confusing to her, even as a Half-Blood. Sara exited the shop. Very well, she had some books to buy.