A moonlit trip to Diagon Alley.

Over the past month she’d been living near Diagon Alley, Annabelle had read every book in her house library. From the Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe, to the Fifteenth Century Fiends, she’d read them all. And so, found herself reluctantly seeking something new and of interest to read.
For the past hour, rain had been cascading down from the darkening, moonlit sky, refracting light onto the glistening cobbles of the streets. This was perfect for Annabelle – No hustle and bustle of the usual wizarding people – Peace and quiet. She made her way into the nearest book shop, shaking the rain drops from her chocolate brown curls, and began rummaging around the gloomy shop shelves.
Her long, pallid fingers traced the spine of a small red book as her darkening eyes flickered to a nearby section, an evident curiosity in her expression as she caught a glimpse of an old lady who was scouting
through the books.
She continued to peer at her soft looking face and the wrinkles which folded lightly over her cheek bones. ‘I wonder what I’ll look like at that age?’ She thought to herself, a warm smile etching its way onto her thin lips.
And then, she jolted her attention back towards the book she had clasped in her hand.

All this free time Lottie had was boring her to death,with no one to talk to.
Although she saw plenty of people each day in diagon Alley as she lived so close,but at night the place looked magical... More magical than it did when hundreds of wizards and witches were weaving through each other.
Her brother was working all day and came home early in the morning when she was asleep.
Sme days she stayed in doors reading,but the sound from outside made her want to sit by one of the shop windows and look at the passers by talking,rowing or simply walking alone.It interested her to watch,but occasionally got the urge to gaze into their eyes and create some entertainment for herself.But she still didn't know how to controll it yet,no one had the time.
She often thought of the conversation she could have with Edward.
A one she wouldn't get bored with after a couple of seconds.
But instead she went to talk to Olivander once a day where he would teach about the wands and everything magical. Te way he talked sometiems reminded her of Edward.The politeness and wittyness in the words he used.
Olivander was the first fully qualified wizard she ever talked to,as he looked at her eyes and went to get a wand.That wand being the one she has cherished for the past 6 years...