Characters: Tracey Davis & Terence Higgs Locale: Diagon Alley Date: 6 December Warnings? TBD. Language, certainly.
Tracey had enough contact with Muggles to know that some of them grew painfully depressed around Christmastime - which was just one more thing she didn't understand about Muggles - but was fairly certain that the epidemic was a modern one, thereby not in the least excusing Atwell's moaning and rattling about all hours of the bloody day. Only when he'd launched in to his fourth monologue regarding the very foul time he had had at W.S. Gilbert's Christmas party - which was probably a lie to begin with, let alone poorly told - did Tracey decide she'd had quite enough, and bundled into coat, hat, and gloves to brave the world of errands once more for the weekend.
Despite the December chill, there were wizards and witches aplenty hawking and purchasing wares on the street, stalls and carts tempting with magical gadgets, sweets, and recreations both very well done and poorly mimicked of the pricier items in various storefronts. Tracey found shopping on the street to be rather more of an experience than any she might have under the watchful eye of a Diagon shopkeeper, for all it might be much warmer behind the glass than without.