A young girl walked around Diagon Alley. She stared through shop windows at peculiar objects of all shapes and sizes. The streets were flooded with people wandering and watching, waiting and wispering, browsing and buying, selling and shouting. She was lost in the hustle and bustle so she snuck down an alley and sat down. A loud bang reached her ears. She jumped to her feet and whipped out her wand. A pinprick of light appeared at the end of her wand. She spotted a small owl (the size of a beans can) flying around the alley. It was timid and fluttered away from her gentle hand at first. Then as he came nearer the girl saw it was a stunning of orange. It fluttered to her and nestled into her pocket. She rushed to the magical menagerie and asked the pencil-thin woman at the counter if the small owl was from the shop only to be told it wasn't. The girl walked outside and looked at the little bird and muttered,"I guess I'll send you home you." She pondered over a name and settled on Flame. It would be a perfect gift to mom. It would be her birthday soon.