Cass grins at two Hogwartians. They have to be at the older end of the school, and they seemed to have the blue ensemble together. As they pass by her, she sees the transparent bag bulging full of Weasley Wizard Whizzes or what ever the bleedin' hell they were.
She sighs knowingly at them. There had been a time before the Weasley twins that there wasn't a shop here, and people had to rely on the sweat on their brow and the strength of their backs, to wreck havoc and prank-y chaos. Cass smiles widely as the boys look oddly at her. You don't need those.
The girl turns and sets off to look for some tasty ice-cream. All those Weasley products make her queasy.
