Of all the Quidditch Supply stores in all the world
Characters: Harry and Oliver Summary: What are fisticuffs, exactly?
Harry was headed for Quality Quidditch Supplies slowly, enjoying the cooling spells cast on most of the looming buildings in Diagon Alley. It was a particularly hot summer day, and he was lured out by the clear skies, flying most of the way to London under a disillusionment charm. The wind in his face had been invigorating, but once Harry had landed, the heat of the city had caught up with him, and he sought the shaded streets of Diagon for relief.
Hermione's gift certificates were stored in his wallet, and Harry thought he might look for a decent broom for Faelan. The boy had been using Sirius' old ones, but hadn't been near them since Sirius passed through the veil. As he pushed open the door to Quality Quiddich Supplies, the cooling spell on the store intensified and a shudder rumbled down his back from the sudden change in temperature.