Post by kenneth towler on Jun 26, 2011 16:30:18 GMT -5
Visiting Flourish and Blotts was a ritual for Kenny every time he was in Diagon Alley. It had been ever since he was eleven and first discovered the magical little shopping strip. He loved the smell that it held, a scent of parchment, leather, ink, and musk. The moment that Kenny stepped through the door he had paused to inhale that familiar and cherished scent deeply. In this action though someone slammed into his back hurling him forward, or maybe they had shoved him?
