Liesl leant against one of the only blank bits of wall in Diagon Alley and watched the people go by. It was more than a month before school went back, but already some of the people walking past were muggleborn children with their muggle parents and on another day, they might have been prime for the pick-pocketing.
Today, Liesl wasn't in the mood for that. She knew her mother disapproved of her preying on the muggles. After what had happened to Grandfather it made the family look bad, and it really wasn't their fault they couldn't protect themselves with anti-thieving charms.
But even without any money to spend (she never had money to spend), Diagon Alley was interesting. Certainly more interesting than Knockturn or Miser, where if she returned, Liesl would be expected to help with the endless chores her mother seemed always to be toiling over. At least out here she could imagine she had a better life.
Today, Liesl wasn't in the mood for that. She knew her mother disapproved of her preying on the muggles. After what had happened to Grandfather it made the family look bad, and it really wasn't their fault they couldn't protect themselves with anti-thieving charms.
But even without any money to spend (she never had money to spend), Diagon Alley was interesting. Certainly more interesting than Knockturn or Miser, where if she returned, Liesl would be expected to help with the endless chores her mother seemed always to be toiling over. At least out here she could imagine she had a better life.