It wasn't unusual to find Liv in Diagon Alley, in fact it was the only place down south she had ever visited. When her mum needed supplies of a magical nature, the middle aged witch refused to go elsewhere. Whenever Liv had some pocket money saved up she would follow her Mum via the floo network and perusal the shops. She only got five silver sickles a week so she had to save up for weeks before she could ever buy anything. Her Mum claimed this was to teach her the value of money and the art of budgeting, but Liv highly suspected the fact she had three other siblings expecting equal treatment played a big role.
Flourish and Blotts had been somewhere she wanted to try for a while. No one in her family were exactly big readers, and neither was Liv if she was being honest. However, she had had the idea that if she could get a book with pictures in it - or even better if they were charmed to move - then she could try to copy them when she drew herself.
Stepping into the store she held her mouth open in awe. She was sure every book in the whole world must have been in that store, there was hundreds. Far more than she had ever seen at least. After idly walking up and down the shelves, she admitted to herself she didn't have a clue where she was going or what she was looking for. So, she did the most natural thing to do in such circumstances and tapped on the shoulder of the first adult she could find.
"What do you want?"
It wasn't the greeting she had expected. She crossed her arms across her chest and tried to look as tall and mature as she could.
"A book," she said,knowing that if it had been her Mum she was speaking to she would have been told off for having an 'attitude' but as far as Liv was concerned this man had started it.