Oh, good old London. Maisie was glad to be back. She'd dreamed of being back pretty much ever since leaving almost nine years ago. It was different than she remembered, a little disappointing, but then, she'd put the city up on a pedestal, so what else could she expect? She didn't exactly have a memory 100% true to what it was, so she was bound to be disappointed a little. Oh well.
One thing she'd missed most was Diagon Alley, and now she lived right by it. She was old enough now that she could visit whenever she wanted. She could just skip out on a Sunday afternoon and get a bit of ice cream or window shop or anything she wanted. Including crash into strangers on accident and fall on her butt.
"Excuse me," she said from the ground, not in the least apologetic. Maisie wasn't rude, but she wasn't very polite either. Politeness was really for pushovers. And Maisie was anything but a pushover.