The first thing I smell when I walk through the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is a whole bunch of sweet. I really can't explain all of the strange scents competing for my attention, but I mustn't get distracted. I have to find a Remembrall.

It is going to be incredibly hard to figure out where it is, though. The shop is packed to the rafters, with bright prank type things that would probably be a lot of fun on any other given day. To make matters worse, my head is absolutely thumping from a long day of gathering my school supplies, and this loud, cramped shop is really not helping whatsoever.

To stay focused, I keep repeating a frantic, sing-song chant in my head: Remembrall, Remembrall, Remembrall! If I don't keep reminding myself, I know the exhaustion will win, and I'll completely forget what I'm looking for.

Then, through the crowd, I spot a glint of light. Resting on a velvet cushion in a glass case is a small, clear orb. I grab it quickly and weave through the bustling crowd to get to the counter.

"Is this truly a Remembrall?" I ask the man behind the counter, rubbing my aching temples.

He nods with a smile, explaining how the clever device was designed to help forgetful witches and wizards, and how the smoke inside swirls a dark scarlet if you've forgotten something. I hand over my Galleons, pocket the cool glass ball, and step back out into the alleyway.

Finally, my shopping is done!