Cho hurried along the length of Diagon with her hood up and her eyes watching everything. There was a watchful, nearly furtive, air to the Alley that was something she more strongly associated with Knockturn. It was not right that a pure blooded witch could not walk along Diagon Alley in broad daylight and not feel safe. The streetcorner hawkers and their dubious protection charms did nothing to ease her mind.
If she was not in dire need of several new quills and colored inks, she would have turned back. Next time she would see about bringing one of the cousins with her.
Spotting a familiar face bent over the next peddler's tray, she paused to stare. What in the name of Merlin was the girl up to? "Melinda?" she called.