Date: 13 July, 2001 Time: 3:13pm Location: Diagon Alley Who: Hannah Abbott and OPEN (come play!) Rating: TBA (but it's Hannah, how bad can it get?)
With a thousand galleons burning in her pocket, Hannah set off into Diagon Alley. The Sunday brunch rush was over and Tom could handle the dining room for the next few hours. So, with only a tinge of guilty, Hannah leisurely wandered through the narrow streets, looking into every window. Tomorrow was her 21st birthday and there was no better time to get one's self a gift.
She needed this time to straight out her thoughts. The past week had been an assault on her senses. First, the money the Ministry had given to her father, followed by the unusually cruel comments left on her journal. Hannah didn't understand why people would leave those messages for her. Hannah hadn't asked for the money, just as she hadn't asked for her mum to be killed. Life just happened that way.
And then the pamphlet. Nothing could have prepared her for that. Though Hermione had vanished some of her fears, she still wondered about the new government's treatment of Purebloods. Of course, they were not being treated as cruelly as Muggleborns had been under the Death Eaters. Were they really being punished? Was the money Hannah had in her pocket right now taken unlawfully? The Abbotts were an old, Pureblood family and they were given money instead of having it taken away. But was that right?
She stopped in front of a great picture window. Hannah stared into Flourish and Blotts, feeling more confused than ever before. Was it a crime for her to have this money? Her eyes penetrated the window, as if the glassy surface was really a crystal ball and the answer lay just beyond her line of sight.