After everything, all Rae really wanted was to go home. That wasn't really an option, though, considering that home was in Italy where her parents no longer lived. Going to the house was too painful, too raw. That was precisely why she'd chosen to make an Italian dinner tonight. She'd only planned on making dinner for herself, but Felixa had implied wanting it, too, so she'd resolved to go to the grocery to pick up enough ingredients to feed everyone. Rae was really bad at dealing with things in the company of others, but she was going to have to deal.
Carrying two grocery bags that she had not bothered to shrink--she liked her food non-altered by magic, thank you very much--she moved through Diagon Alley toward a shop where she knew she could take the Floo back to the house she shared with her brothers and sisters.
A straight path was not in the equation, however, as something small and furry decided to bound toward her and wind around her ankles, causing Rae to lose her balance and nearly stumble. Of course, wearing such high heels was probably not helping her keep her balance either. Normally, she might be annoyed by the stumbling, but when she glanced down and found a puppy panting happily at her ankles, she smiled instead and knelt toward it. The puppy jumped up, resting its front paws on her knee. "Well, aren't you sweet? Where's your owner? Hmm?" Not that she expected the dog to answer, but whatever.