"Of course!" Abby smiled back, glad that she was able to listen and help. Moira knew who to reach out to, and Trevelyan would wonder just how many of Abby's friends needed his expertise. All! The answer was all.

"Am I ready to shop?" She repeated, adjusting her cloak. "Am I ready?" She went up to the niffler and gave the creature an air kiss from behind the bars.

"I am so ready! Born ready. You said you were looking for something for Sasha?" Abby paused a beat, knowing that Moira was also looking to decorate her cottage, but gift-shopping took priority, and they might see something on the way. "Would you like to try Diagon, Hogsmeade, or," she grinned a slow, mischievous grin. "Muggle London first?"

Judging by the look on her face, Abby decided to ease her into the shopping extravaganza by heading back to Diagon. So they did just that, Moira apparating them both there.[1]

The streets were more crowded than before, full of people who were not only shopping but had just left work at the Ministry, Gringotts, and the Daily Prophet. Abby hooked arms with Moira, side-along walking with her.

"Let me know if you see anything for anyone else on your list, too."

Abby paused in front of the Weasley joke shop.

"We could send Sasha all the goat jokes," she giggled, only half joking.

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Grateful to be back in Diagon and not in the proposed area of Muggle London, the wix wasn't even upset about the larger crowds of people on the street. She graciously accepted Abby's arm link as well as they made their way through the throngs to look over different shops.

Giving a slight nod in agreement at the mention of gifts for other people Moira glanced at tye joke shop. Except for Sasha, she had already finished her Christmas shopping list but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t see something else that would be a better gift.

Giving a half smile about goat jokes the witch seemed to consider the idea for a moment before finally saying, “Let’s save that as a last resort.” Something goat (ibex) related wasn’t necessarily a bad idea, though. Sasha was bound to appreciate the gesture and humor.

"There's a kind of antique and gadget shop a couple turns up ahead. There might be something in there you'd like for people on your list. If you're interested, of course." Somehow she knew Abby would be.

Abby sighed exaggeratedly, and gave Moira's arm a light squeeze. Fine! The joke shop could be their last resort.

"Do I want to go to Pandora's, did you say?" She grinned at her suggestion. "Do I?"

Yes she did. Along the way, she paused at the shop windows of several candy shops, and spun a tale of another gift idea Abby knew that Moira would not actually select. She had to say it though, just to make her laugh.

"No, listen! Picture this," she giggled. "A little candy cottage, made out of gingerbread," she gestured at the gingerbread display in the window. "Just like the candy cottage that Sasha gifted to you."

Her eyes glinted with humor, knowing (again), that the cottage Sasha had gifted Moira was not made out of gingerbread. It had been de-candified, sadly.

"You can hide tiny bottles of whiskey in the little rooms, or! Better yet, they expand to full size when he takes them out. Also! If he's concerned about the calories, he can just take a picture of it for instagram, and then invite us all over for a house party."

Abby nudged Moira's arm. Genius idea. Abby's best yet.