Sally-Anne was not in the best of moods. It was Saturday and already past supper and here she was making a last minute delivery to the Apothecary in Knockturn Alley. The manager who had placed the order insisted that the order could not wait until Sunday, let alone a standard delivery day like Monday.
Her brother balked at the request, ready to deny it when Sally intervened. The Knockturn shop had good traffic despite its location, making the it a high level customer worthy of the extra attention. Sally would not let her brother brush it aside, potentially bruising the relationship with an excellent client. So she made the delivery herself.
As she stood and waited for the manager to check the contents to the packing slip, Sally glanced up to see a familiar face outside the window.