Chapter 506: The Princess of Diagon Alley
Mr. Ollivander felt old.
Sunday mornings did this to him, making him feel older than he was.
So, as the evening approached, when he began feeling something youngish about himself, Mr. Ollivander dusted his coat, threw it over his shoulders, and walked out into the bustling alley.
Shop closed.
He would spend his evening somewhere else today.
It had changed, he noticed. The Diagon Alley had always been a center of gathering for the wizarding community of Britain.
Still, now it felt more... proper?
Sigh! Old men like him shouldn't bother about these things.
He spun to his left and headed toward the Brews and Stews for a nice cup of tea, and scones for a light snack.
Mr. Hillam (-manager of the bookshop-) was waiting for him there with Ms. Clutterbuck.
"Mr. Ollivander!" The shout jolted him. "Ahoy!"