Flourish and Blots booksellers<br/><br/>The books in her hand suddenly slipped out as if someone gracefully knocked into her. Thump, thump, thump. A shiver like ice went down her spine.  Smells of old, worn, and dusty books wafted through the air. Slam! The door that was used to enter slammed open, and a tiny bell on the door handle continued to ring. Gasps from a few others in the place reached her ears. A familiar wisp of dread contorted into her stomach.<br/><br/>She twirled around to see that there was a woman falling with her cart from the wind. Most the people were either slammed against the wall, or desperately trying to help the folks that were caught in the wind. Mutters of You know who must be back rang through the store. A lady at the desk jumped up and quickly ran to the door doing her best to shut it, even if the wind was pounding against the door. Her eyes veered for the shelf where that omniscient book was not resting. This was weird. How does a book just disappear?<br/><br/>Another worker in the store wandered over to the lady holding herself against the door, and helped her.<br/><br/>Her body bent down to pick up the scattered books on the ground to notice that similar book that was not on the shelf anymore. It glimmered for a moment before disappearing again. Weird enough no one seemed to notice a book missing off the shelf, or even the books looked rearranged as if the book was never there to begin with.  The store was starting to suffocate her with the smell of must, and mold. A cough escaped the lips of another customer as they tried hard to act as if this was not happing by reading a book.<br/><br/>After a few  dreadful moments of standing frozen like a spider was before her very eyes, she turned around to head for the counter.  A man dressed in a robe, with a long brown cigar placed in mouth that putted gray circles into the air, leaned forward at her. " You look like you have seen a ghost, young lady." The eerie feeling of his grained voice, and cold eyes made her want to take shelter.<br/><br/>" Just a weird book. Did you know you are missing a book?" A huff of laughter passed through the man's lips.<br/><br/>" From what I can tell they are all in place." His hands reached out and yanked her school books from her. He looked each book over as if they were prized possessions of the store. " These are in good conditions. 20 galleons each." Her hands pounded against the wood in anger. What a rip off!<br/><br/>" You can't be serious!"<br/><br/>" I am very serious young lady." His left hand flew out in expectancy.<br/><br/>She groaned as she handed the money over in disdain. Then turned walking towards the two woman that were holding the door closed physically.  Before passing by them she muttered " Do books typically cost 20 galleons each?" They both shook their head.<br/>" Hun, there should be no one at the counter." One of the lady's responded. When she turned to look back the money was resting on the counter, and the man was gone. Odd...a shudder passed through her body before she walked out of the store, and just barely managed to hold onto her books because of the wind.<br/><br/>Her feet fought against the staggering gusts of wind as they made their way to the leaky cauldron. It was best.She could purchase her new broom another day. For now, being in safety was best. After that weird ..incident in the book store.<br/><br/>Leaky Cauldron<br/><br/>Once inside the leaky cauldron, people were tucked together in groups trying to understand the mess of today in fear. She found a squeaky wooden chair to sit in, placing her books on the table, and folding her hands. The same book that was missing from the shelf sat atop the rest of her books. " How-" The book shimmered this time before disappearing. Her eyes glanced around hoping no one saw that magic trick. Otherwise, they would all point at her, and call her an evil doer.