It had been a busy day for Quinn McAvoy. Lynette, her caring but somewhat overbearing mother had awoken her only child at ten in the morning, much to the child's annoyance. Quinn hadn't seen ten in the morning since last term, and she had no intention of waking at such a 'ridiculous' time. It was Shopping Day - an annual event around Christmas that the McAvoy family took down Diagon Alley. It was the comedown of Christmas, and in order to keep the festive cheer intact, Quinn's mother ordered that each member of the trio buy each other a present in order to prolong the jovial atmosphere of December. It was a common complaint of Lynette's that after Christmas Day, "everybody falls back into the same old routine and forgets how kind they were on the 25th!"

And so, around three in the afternoon, Quinn and her parents lethargically strolled down Diagon Alley. After the mad Christmas rush had subsided, it was a lot more pleasant, and Quinn would've appreciated it a lot more if she wasn't so knackered. Her father, Henry (a phenomenally large and broad man) shared his daughter's sentiment of Shopping Day being a little unnecessary, but it would've been far too cruel to dampen Mrs McAvoy's enthusiasm. Besides her birthday and Christmas, Shopping Day was her favourite day of the entire calendar. Quinn had received a cluster of gold trashy chains from her father (Henry McAvoy had identified his daughter's penchant for thick, tacky jewellery years ago) whilst her mother had purchased a rather lovely (but completely not-Quinn) dress for her graduation. She wasn't the frock and flowers type of girl, but after much bickering, she'd caved in to her mother's desire for Quinn to be a little more feminine, and had settled on a purple asymmetric number. Wearing it on the day however, was a far more daunting task.

"I think it's hometime now, Lyn, would you not agree?" Mr McAvoy spoke in his deep, jolly voice, placing an arm over his wife's shoulder. "Four hours of consumerism is killing me, my love." Quinn could only agree with this and rested her head on her mother's free shoulder.
"Dad's right, I'm exhausted man," she muttered, burying her face into the thick wool of Mrs McAvoy's coat. Quinn's boots dragged along the cobbles in fatigue, and she didn't even have the energy to tie up her scarf which had come loose around lunchtime and swung about her hips like two long tapestries.

Lynette gave a nod of agreement, finally admitting defeat and the three made their way to the exit. Quinn, for some reason unknown to even herself, looked up at just the wrong moment. It was a familiar face - yet that familiarity wasn't a friendly one. Not on the other's part anyway. Quinn knew instantly that they'd seen her, and if she carried on walking it would've just looked plain rude.

And that was not Quinn, no matter how much she'd been putting off this conversation.
"Isn't that John's little sister?" her mother asked warmly raising a hand to wave. Quinn immediately tugged Mrs McAvoy's arm back down by her sleeve, merely nodding. Handing her bags to her father she gave them a false smile, as if everything was okay.
"Do you want o take these and I'll just meet you back at home?" she asked, wide-eyed and already apologetic. Her father merely nodded, too tired to even bother his daughter's spontaneously odd behaviour. Bidding her parents goodbye as they walked on to the exit, Quinn approached the small figure, giving a vague smile and placing both hands in her jacket pocket.

"Sophie," she finally said, giving a sigh and trying not to anger her old friend. She figured that no matter how much she tried, Quinn would anger her just by being there. Not really knowing what else to say, Quinn shrugged and looked at her feet once more before maintaining their mutual awkward gaze; it was one of the rare moments where McAvoy was at a loss for words. "How're you?"

Sophie had to be doing something all the time now. She was planning, or thinking about planning, packing or thinking about packing, sometimes in the evening she’d sit at the piano with her dad and pluck out little songs for him. Everyone wanted to know what was wrong with her - but she couldn’t rightly say. Was it the mixer? Yes. Was it the fact for the first time in her life she’d done something that even let herself down? That was probably more to the point - but under all of that, there was another feeling, a dangerous feeling, her dreams with Devlin in them became more vivid, and the cards told her of misfortune on the horizon. Earlier that very day she’d become so frustrated in trying to feel what they were telling her to be careful of, she’d actually thrown the deck across the room. It had been years since Sophie had been that frustrated with a reading. So to take her mind of things first she had herself a nice soak in her parents’ tub, filled it up with bubbles and just languished. Then she’d had Nana brush out her long hair and tell her Irish folktales.

It was soon after that she realized how much she still needed to get in order for the party the next night. Thinking about that was a relief in and of itself. Fergie, Maddie, and Gabby would stay with her tonight. She’s already laid down the lay between all of them. It was hard having best friends who didn’t like one another. She knew that Maddie would never understand Sophie’s love for Fergie, or how she could stand him even when he was being a bit bitchy. The thing was Fergie loved her regardless. He loved her when she was good, he loved her when she was bad, he loved her when she was silly - even when she drove him crazy. He never judged her, never looked down his nose at her. It had been that way since first year. Sophie didn’t give up on people - or rather it would be more apt to say it took a deep betrayal for her to feel the need to freeze someone out. Likewise she’d ask Fergie to be nice even though he would probably bust at the seams with criticism for the way Maddie dressed.

The short version of the speech was, If you love me then you want me to be happy. If you want me to be happy you won’t bicker and make me want to kill you all before the end of 2008. Thus far everyone had agreed to hold on their end of the bargain. Of course they were all in their respective corners for the moment. Sophie had found it was much harder to keep one’s mouth shut when locked in a room together. Of course if they got too horrible she’d take her pillow and dogs and go sleep in the damn carriage house. She was pondering all of this over when a samiliar smell filled her dainty little nose. She sniffed once, then twice, closed her eyes and prayed there was someone else who wore baby hooker perfume and smelled like stale cigarettes. This hope died in her brain when she heard a familiar voice. Quinn. Of course. Because life was not stressful enough. Grodic’s ghastly Garters! She did not want to deal with this.

Turning slowly she lifted brown eyes to the older girl’s face, sucking on her bottom lip as she was apt to do when she found herself staring at someone she had no idea what to do with. It was strange and sad for Sophie. At one time she’d adored Quinn, Soph had been sort of in awe of the other girl. But… in one of those instances that Sophie found practically unforgivable Q had slept with Johnny. It was selfish maybe, because for the most part her home and social life meshed well together. Her house was her friends’ house, people were always staying over, crashing on couches and in the spare room, sleeping on her floor. She was happy when her house was full - but Q was supposed to be her friend. When she’d found out they were sleeping together she felt used, like she’d just be a liaison to get into John’s pants. She also knew that it would end badly - but no one ever listened to her.

Then she had had to endure the constant fighting, tensions in the house grew to a boiling point over the summer and Sophie had stopped speaking to her brother. If she wasn’t speaking to her brother she certainly wasn’t speaking to Q - and that had been how it was even after the break up. Quinn made these sad pathetic cow eyes at her, but Sophie knew it was just because she wanted a chance to get back into bed with Johnny and she was not going to be used again. She had only just started to repair her relationship with her brother. Quinn wasn’t good for him, Sophie doubted her crazy ass was going for anyone. Standing there, tiny arms folded over her jacket she eyed the blonde up and down. Being cruel was not in her makeup, it was hard to stayed steeled against someone she’d once loved so much… but she had to protect herself didn’t she? Clearing her throat she cut to the chase, “What do you want Q? I have things to do”. 

Quinn received that bulldog glare in the middle of Diagon Alley exactly how she'd received it so many times previous. But instead of just ignoring Sophie and trotting off with the boys and the girls, Quinn had made a conscience effort to approach her. She'd never really understood Sophie's extreme anger about the situation with John; Quinn had never purposefully made friends with the younger Gryffindor just to get in contact with her elder brother. Sure, she was attracted to him just as much as the next girl, but she'd never set out to purposefully spend her entire summer with him last year. Sophie had seen it as the ultimate act of betrayal and their contact had immediately ceased. John went to Quinn's house, she never went there, not when Sophie was around anyway.

Sophie's short and sharp reaction made Quinn sigh slightly, ruffling a hand through her hair in awkwardness. Still so bitter? Quinn couldn't help but feel guilty, but couldn't help but feel that Sophie was endlessly stubborn. She'd hardly spoken to John since their bitter parting of ways, and if she knew what was good for her, she never would. Quinn softened up immediately as Sophie referred to her as 'Q'; it was her big-sisterly nickname, and she always remembered looking out for Sophie and introducing her to the girls in her own year. Though stubborn, Quinn simply could not forget that Sophie, underneath it all, was an awesome young girl.

"Can we go for a coffee somewhere?" Quinn finally replied, twisting her mouth in thought. She heard her mother and father laughing from around the corner at their own little joke, completely unaware that their only child was trying to mend bridges with her ex - her ex-whatever's little sister. They still didn't even know why she'd stopped seeing John, never realised the full extent of their arguments or how Quinn's friendship with Sophie had been affected. Quinn figured it was better to keep them in the dark about this sort of thing.

"There's a few things I wanna clear up," she continued, tucking her hands into her black leather jacket, wanting to do something with them rather than let them hang awkwardly at her sides. Finally, the true words came out of Quinn's mouth, and it took a few moments for her to deliver them.
"I miss you, Soph."

Sophie sucked on her bottom lip, standing there awkwardly, bags sort of clustered around her feet. With all the tension this vacation her poor mouth was bruised. It was a horrible habit - she’d actually made herself bleed the night before. It was all just so much to deal with. It was exhausting being angry all the time - even if it was just a little hard nugget of anger in the back of her mind. She and John were finally ok - it wasn’t as though he’d gotten off scot-free. She’d put him through the paces too. It had driven their parents crazy. Mona understood, to a degree, her daughter’s upset. Especially when Sophie had tearfully explained to her that taking care of John and taking care of Quinn was a full time job, and what was she supposed to do when it all fell apart? It was easy to judge John’s exes - they weren’t like the crème of the crop. But this girl was supposed to be her friend, how many times had she listened to Q get upset over boys? What was she supposed to do when that person was John because he was a crap boyfriend? And the fighting, Merlin the fighting! They fought about everything it seemed.

All of this played over and over in Sophie’s head while Quinn stood there. She looked miserable, but Sophie couldn’t bring herself to be glad. She didn’t know how girls did that, even if you weren’t friends with someone. How could you say you’d loved someone so much but then wish horrible things for them. She didn’t want Quinn to suffer, per say. She… wanted Quinn to understand how what she did had a ripple effect. Sophie had been aware of the consequence of many of her actions most of her life. Being a seer forced her to be aware of things like that. Q just did whatever the hell she wanted and at the end of the day it was sod the repercussions. Being selfish was highly unattractive. With Soph’s recent first hand experience at how absolutely wretched it made one feel she couldn’t believe that people really went their whole livings just living like that, never thinking about who they might hurt.

Sophie was careless with herself often, there was no denying that she rushed toward danger with open arms, but when it came to other people, their feelings about things, she tried to put them first. It was rare that she ask them to set aside their own feelings for her - the sleep over with Ferige and the girls for example, it was the first time she’d ever ask them to do that. Sighing she bent and picked up her bags. She wanted to turn and huff away, leave Quinn there in her dust, but no matter how angry she’d ever been… Sophie couldn’t bring herself to be that cruel. Shaking her bangs from her eyes she looked down at the other girl’s last words. A part of her wanted to bite back that she should have considered all that before rolling around in bed with her brother… instead she simply sighed, “I don’t have long. Mum needs my help getting started on food for the party tomorrow night”. She wondered in the back of her mind if that’s what this was all about, trying to get an ok to come back to the house and sneak a look at John.

“I don’t have long. Mum needs my help getting started on food for the party tomorrow night,” Sophie replied with a sigh, and Quinn felt like admitting defeat there and then. All she wanted was for her and Sophie to forget everything that happened, to be friends again; Quinn knew, that even though she still cared for John, she'd never let herself fall into that vicious circle of breaking-up and making-up. There was a time at Hogwarts when Quinn was glad to have her little adopted sister running with Lou and Grace; she was funny, and fantastically silly. Now, the two of them stood there in Diagon Alley couldn't have been further apart.

Quinn instinctively began walking alongside Sophie to the nearest refreshment shop within Diagon; a non-descriptive tiny establishment with bright cyan window panes. She took a couple of Sophie's shopping bags that were clustered around her feet before they made the short travel to the shop, Quinn's endlessly helpful side coming out. Even in their distance, she still couldn't help but act the big sister.
"Let me help you with those," she murmured, quite surprised at how heavy the bags actually were. Sophie was only a tiny girl; could she really manage all of these by herself? Strong things came in small packages apparently.

The inside of the shop was long and narrow, a glass display exhibiting the selection of rich-looking sugary cakes on offer, three or four tables with matching chairs placed on the opposite wall. Standing in front of the counter, Quinn took the role of elder sister once more, getting her purse out of her pocket.
"Two hot chocolates please," she asked, glancing at Sophie before smiling again at the rather plump lady who presumably owned the shop. Taking a seat she crossed one leg over the other, rubbing her hands together to get them warm.
"I just wanted to say," Quinn started, looking down at the ornate pattern of the tabletop and following the curls with her fingers. "That I'm sorry." It was an apology - long overdue, but an apology nonetheless.

Sophie, for the first time in her life was reserved. The tiny dynamo who threw her arms around everyone and showered them in kisses [whether they liked it or not] held back. It was hard not being that way with Q. Just because you were angry and hurt didn’t mean you stopped loving someone. If anything it showed how much you loved them because if they didn’t matter you wouldn’t bother. Sophie believed, with her whole heart, the opposite of love wasn’t hate or contempt it was indifference. When you no longer cared enough to be angry you no longer cared. Sophie experienced this first hand with her da. He was the sort that… was loud and big. When she got hurt, when something went wrong, he was yelling his head off - but Sophie knew the loud came in the face of the fear. He hated feeling helpless so when he did Duncan would puff himself up as big as possible. Sophie knew she did that too. She acted as though everything was a big joke because the reality of letting it get close to her heart was scary. Look what had happened with Devlin. She was a walking contradiction she was. So tiny but seeming so big.

When they were in the coffee shop she sat gingerly, she felt like her heart was racing but her mind was still. She could steal herself against Q’s attempt to make amends. She could remain silent, or she could take her own advice and get the hell over herself. No one really understood why Sophie was angry anymore, and though Sophie held on hard to the feeling of being used and betrayed the logical part of herself [yes, one actually existed] knew that that was a bit far fetched. Hadn’t she just explained to Fergie a few days before that you couldn’t choose who you fell for? If she believed that for herself, and she knew it to be true because not caring a fiddler’s fig about Devlin Matthews would have made her life much happier and less complicated, why did she fault Q for the same thing? A part of her mind protested [she really only needed herself to get into an argument lately] of course this was also the part of her that believed Fauna was making all of the boys Sophie cared about fall in love with her. Rational Sophie wanted to kick Irrational Sophie squarely up the arse lately. It made her feel crazy.

Sucking on her bottom lip she toyed with the bracelets on her wrist. She gave Quinn a half formed smile and a shrug, “I know you are Quinn… I just, I keep going over and over it in my mind, about how bad it was, about how bad you two were for each other. I tried to tell you but no one would listen to me,” she sounded sad, her chin in her hand as gave a sigh. “I had to watch two people I love more than anything destroy the better parts of one another… and it made me angry, makes me angry - because John is always doing that. And you too. I just… you are so much more than booze and parties and being…” she trailed off. This wasn’t her job now. She wasn’t the one who was supposed to worry over Quinn, the one who bit her nails down to nubs because the older girl might go just too far one night. Sophie had never been a stick in the mud, but watching Quinn had showed her a lot of the things she didn’t want to do at 17. Then again so had watching John. He was basically a nightmare at that age. Sucking on her thumbnail she sat back, trying to find something to say that would make it all make sense for both of them. Finally she shook her hair out of her eyes and said softy, “I miss you too. I just don’t know how we go back”.

"I never knew it'd upset you this much," Quinn explained after taking a long, thoughtful sip of her drink. "If I did, I never would've - I mean, I just never figured this would happen." Thinking about it logically (which was a rarity for Quinn), she couldn't say how she would have acted differently. She liked John, a lot -  a part of her still did, and it was the one time where Quinn liked somebody more than just a fling or somebody to toy with until she got bored. Despite their blazing arguments, and the tears and the fights, there were fleeting moments when Quinn missed Sophie's brother. It wasn't all fire and brimstone.

"I admit, I can be a bit nuts at times, and a bit irrational and a bit of everything," she continued, her voice slow and reluctant. "But you must've known that I would never have done anything to hurt you on purpose, Sophie. You were like our little sister in Gryffindor, I had you down as one of the girls to take mine and Lou's and Grace's place." Quinn gazed at Sophie for a few sparing seconds that felt like hours, and sighed, mustering up the right words to say. Quinn had never been the most articulate girl in the world, and so it was important that she got the right message across to Sophie rather than say the wrong thing.

"You can't help who you fall for sometimes, Soph," Quinn finally delivered it, twisting her mouth in thought. Lou and Grace and all the others had frequently told her that John was no good for her - that it was only going to end badly. And it did. And they were right. "Sometimes you just want the one person who is no good for you, and you're no good for them. And that's what makes it worse. Looking back now, I realise how destructive it was, not only for us but for you as well. I just want us to forget everything that ever happened; it's done now and as far as I'm concerned, it's not a mistake I'll ever make again."

Quinn believed her own words more than anyone else. Unless she wanted to repeat her mistakes, she was going to keep well away from John and just concentrate on her friendship with Sophie. Just keep out of his way, Quinn.

Sophie sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, “That’s just it Q, you never think. And I know that in a lot of ways I’m like that too, I do stupid things… but the only person I ever hurt is myself,” well that was a lie. At least now it was a lie, she was a hypocrite - but Q had no way of knowing about what had happened at the Mixer. She wasn’t there and she didn’t spend time with people who had been. She wasn’t an activist That fell on Sophie’s shoulders, she was the do gooder…until she started doing bad things. Chewing on her bottom lip she lifted her brown eyes to Quinn’s face and gave a shrug, “John is my brother, and I love him, but he’s a right ass sometimes. The two of you are like oil and fire and you happened to blow everything up all over my life,” she needed Quinn to understand something that was unnamable. Maybe Quinn hadn’t meant to hurt her or use her… but it didn’t mean Sophie didn’t feel that way.

Rubbing the back of her neck she shook her head and looked up at the ceiling, “No, you can’t help who you fall for - but you can help what you do about it. You can’t change your feelings but you can control your actions and reactions to thing,” she sounded like Cherise now. That was mildly annoying. Sophie, generally, was all about embracing emotions and feeling what you felt. The problem with that was feeling what you felt when what you felt was awful. She couldn’t ever embrace her jealousy over Fauna and Devlin. She had to stuff it down to her toes and walk all over it. That was just how things worked. Sometimes you had to ignore your own feelings and let go of the idea of what you wanted because wanting it hurt people who loved you. Toying with the cross at her neck she swallowed hard and bit her lit. It was all such a mess. “Once you knew it hurt me, once you knew I wasn’t ok with it, I felt like if you valued my friendship, and the loyalty I gave to you it would have been no question. You never choose a guy over a friend - at least that’s how I felt.”

She felt like crying as she continued, “And what’s worse? For however sorry you say you are Q… you didn’t care enough about me to stop hurting me - and it’s not like I kept it a secret. I mean you didn’t just ruin our friendship you nearly ruined my relationship with my brother,” the hurt was evidenced in her round face as she sucked on her bottom lip. She felt like even if it was over there was her piece of this that no one had listened to, at least none of the injuring parties concerned. “I want to forgive you, I want to be your friend again… but how can I trust you - knowing now that when it comes between being loyal and getting with a guy the guy wins out with you? And if I can’t trust you how can I really be your friend again? It doesn’t add up Q,” she looked genuinely sad at the thought of not being able to trust her anymore.

"Look, everybody can do crazy things when they really like someone," Quinn explained, her voice more rapid and less reluctant. She wanted Sophie to feel the way she had felt: Quinn knew that John was no good for her, but that made the addiction all the more impossible to shake-off. "And I'm sure you'll be no stranger to that, Soph." She wanted her former Gryffindor friend to realise how important their relationship had meant to Quinn, and how sorry she was for all that had happened.

As Sophie explained her thoughts, Quinn leaned back in her chair, listening to Sophie intently. Putting a hand around the hot cup of drink, she took a sip, wincing a little. It was still too warm to sip, but Quinn was too involved to focus on the dull pain that danced on the tip of her tongue.
"Maybe I was stupid enough to think I could be both your friend and John's - " Quinn cut herself off immediately; she would never be anybody's girlfriend, not in the near future at least. She was far too much of a kindred spirit to be tied down with that title. "John's whatever. Obviously, I was wrong."

Quinn listened some more to Sophie's reasoning, and frowned. Yes, she was sorry for her involvement with John, and the ensuing fireworks. But being the sole reason for Sophie's issues with John? That was something Quinn didn't want pinning on her.
"How can you say that? John and you had enough problems going on before I even started seeing him, and you know that. There's been times when I wanted a friend who didn't judge me for being slightly insane, there's been times when I wanted a friend who didn't explode at me because I liked her brother. There's been plenty of times I've wanted one of my old best friends around just to act all goofy around." Quinn got to her feet, eager to suppress her own burgeoning anger. What had turned into a time to talk how only exacerbated the situation, and Quinn shook her head slightly, her blonde locks moving with it. "Don't make me out to be the most disloyal person you've ever come across, because you know full well that I would've defended you to the ends of the Earth against anyone who had a bad word to say about you. And the saddest part is, I still would, Sophie."

Taking a few steps towards the door of the coffee shop, she was glad that their table was closest to the exit - nobody else other than Sophie could hear Quinn's final words before she left.
"I cared for your brother, a lot. I won't apologise forever about it, Soph."

Sophie still felt like she wasn’t being heard - and to have Quinn comment on her relationship with John was the absolute last straw. She had been trying to be honest, civilized, but that Quinn would presume to know anything about her life at home was absolute bollocks, “You stop right there Quinn McAvoy! You know next to nothing about my relationship with my brother. We had NEVER in my entire life STOPPED talking to one another. Ever. There was never a moment I felt like he chose someone else over me, never a time when I had to question his motives. THAT happened because YOU couldn’t keep your pants on,” Sophie had never been so mean to anyone in her life - but the anger was there now and it didn’t even matter that Quinn was only half of what she was mad at the world for. The blonde had had the gall to start this mess. Sophie was fine with ignoring her and going on with her life. Sure it was sad, and she missed her but it was better than this mess, in a public place of all things!

She got up from the table and stalked over to the seventh year, “This is complete shit Quinn and you know it. You came to me - if you don’t want to hear what I have to say that’s FINE but just leave me the hell alone then. And for the record? This is the first time you’ve ever apologized for anything. And it was pretty half hearted if you ask me. You want to make excuses for what you did and the way you hurt me and the DIRTY BOMB you set off on my life. You want me to take those excuses and swallow back the hurt I’ve been carrying around for months because that’s what I do. I make peace and I go about my life and just forgive everyone all the damn time for things they do that they shouldn’t. Well you picked a rotten day to try and guilt me into forigivng you when you’re not even really sorry”.

The words came out fast as she jabbed her finger into Quinn’s shoulder. She was explosive. Tiny and explosive, like a Molotov cocktail in the tea shop. She’d set the place on fire with all the stuffed down rage and hurt feelings. She hated being that out of control but she couldn’t stop it now. “Don’t look at me like you’re oh-so wounded because I’m spelling it out for you - the damage YOU did single-handedly to our relationship. You picked my brother over me, YOU did that, you continued to do that after you knew it hurt me because you couldn’t stop thinking about what YOU wanted. When you love someone, when they matter to you, sometimes you DON”T get what you want. Sometimes you have to think about what’s best for them. You have NEVER done that. Ever. In your LIFE Quinn and I’m tired of being a friend to someone who doesn’t love me enough to put me first - because you and taking care of you ALWAYS came before everything else for me. I get to be angry and you do NOT get to be the victim this time”.

"I know a lot more than you think," Quinn replied, narrowing her eyes and completely embarrassed by Sophie's behaviour. When she heard about the comment implying Quinn was a slut, she merely let out a laugh, putting one hand over her mouth in shock. "And you honestly call yourself a good friend with comments like that, Sophie?"

As she heard Sophie rant on and on about her own persona, Quinn shrugged her shoulders, acting nonchalant about the situation.
"Oh, dude, you're such a forgiving person, right Sophie? Little Miss 'Peace and Love and Rainbows' Flickwick, is that what you're all about?" Quinn asked, a grin still purposefully on her face to annoy Sophie. This was no longer a battle: this was all-out war. "Funny isn't it, how you managed to turn something about your brother into something about you. It's always your feelings on the line, and how you care for everybody else. I feel the brunt of your new unforgiving style because you want a personality change?" Quinn put her hand on the door handle. "Grow up, Sophie."

"It's always about everybody loving you, and everybody admiring you, and everybody having to put your feelings first. I didn't, and you fall out with me. Doesn't that say a lot, Sophie?" Sliding out of the coffee shop and onto the street, Quinn couldn't help but stabbing one more word in before she ran to meet her parents. "I take it back Sophie, after that way you've just acted, I have no intention of being friends with you ever again. Keep out of my way, and I'll more than happily keep out of yours."

Quinn couldn't believe it as she walked down Diagon Alley, keen to catch her parents before they headed back to East London. She needed to get in touch with Lou or Grace or Eli immediately. She needed to see them before she'd cry.