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What was even more surprising for Alexandra, was the young blonde girl half-hidden behind the Malfoy patriarch. So Draco Malfoy had a sister. Hogwarts rumour mill had never gossiped on this subject. By the looks of her clothes, her size and her presence here, she was certainly going to Hogwarts this September. This promised to be... interesting.
"Lucius," Told Mr Weasley to Malfoy Senior in a freezing tone.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Lucius Malfoy in a voice too snobbish to be honest. "All those raids … I hope they're paying you overtime?"
The blonde man reached into the cauldron of the Weasleys and extracted a book Alexandra recognised as a copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration which looked to have seen better days.
"Obviously not," The Malfoy Lord said in a smug and satisfied tone. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"
The older Weasley flushed redder than both of his children combined, taking a tomato colour.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," Arthur Weasley said, his voice shaking with fury.
"Clearly," said Lucius Malfoy, his pale eyes straying Leo Black and Neville Longbottom, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley … and I thought your family could sink no lower –"
There was a thud of metal as the Weasley cauldron went flying; Mr Weasley had thrown himself at Lucius Malfoy, knocking him backwards straight into a bookshelf without using any magic whatsoever. Dozens of heavy magical books came thundering down on all their heads. The Weasley twins were in pure Gryffindor mood screaming "Get him, Dad!" which made Alexandra wonder if they had goblins in their ancestry.
A plump woman, none other than the Weasley matriarch was shrieking "No Arthur, no!" and at the same time the crowd present inside the store was running in every direction casting spells, with the employee of Flourish and Blotts trying to restore order without any success.
In the middle of the stairs, Alexandra and Nigel watched this outburst of violence like persons caught in the eye of the hurricane.
"And the Professors at school pretend Gryffindor and Slytherin can coexist in real life." Alexandra sighed, pointing to Nigel the spectacle of the Malfoy and Weasley patriarchs trying to strangle each other. "This is going to be nasty when we arrive to Hogwarts on September. The Snakes and the Lions were already at each other throat last year, I bet you ten Galleons one of them is sent to the hospital before the end of the first week."
"I don't take the bet." Replied Nigel.
"Wise choice." Smiled Alexandra.
"You speak like this was arriving all the time at Hogwarts." Said a girl voice with an aristocratic tone on Alexandra's left. "Surely the professors intervene and punish the culprits?" It was the young Malfoy girl, who looked at Alexandra with an arrogant expression which dared her to prove her wrong. There were hints of a French accent too. Okay perhaps she was not Malfoy's sister. Or had the witch been sent to a French school for her education?
"I would suggest," Alexandra replied. "You don't wait for the Professors to save you at school, oh future Slytherin. They are less than thirty of them, and they often arrive when it's time to send everyone to the Hospital Wing."
"You speak like if those plebeians would stand a chance against me!" Scoffed the younger female version of Draco Malfoy.
Alexandra smiled evilly. Oh, the return to reality was going to be brutal for the spoilt pure-blood blonde. The Valar knew it had been for Draco and his band of brutes, and she doubted Longbottom and consorts were going to feel the least bit guilty in adding another Snake to their hunting collection.
"Believe what you want." Alexandra replied to the blonde pure-blood. "Just don't say I had not warned you."
Nigel following her, they managed to get out of the shop which looked more and more as if someone had decided to improvise one of the catch fights Dudley was so fond of.
Outside they found Hermione and her parents, who carried three piles of large and heavy books.
"We managed to get out before everything fell apart." Said Hermione's father, who looked a bit worried by the experience. "Is this sort of things happening often at Hogwarts?"
Alexandra favourite and trustful answer would have been 'at least once per week', but seeing Hermione's pleading look she answered by a "it's really exceptional, thankfully". Although she really had to ask her bushy-haired friend what she told her parents of the events with the troll and the series of trial in the Forbidden Corridor.
The library was the next to last stop; Alexandra wanted to buy one good flying broom before leaving.
"Why?" Asked her Nigel, as they waited for the vendor of Quality Quidditch Supplies to serve the rest of the clients before them. "At each match, you complain Quidditch is a sport of brutes and is too dangerous."
"Of course." Alexandra agreed. "But it means I don't like Quidditch, not Flying itself. And a good broom can be a very good means of transportation when the alternative is walking. Faster too when I want to escape something."
She didn't add that not having her own broom had forced to borrow temporarily a school broom for her little escapade in the Forbidden Corridor on December 31. Nor that she had been forced to walk across a good part of France between each teleportation in July and August. They weren't things you discussed in public.
Finally, she bought a second-hand Nimbus 1500, a model having dominated the market in 1982, for the sum of sixty Galleons. The Potter Heiress had initially wanted to take a rather more modern broom, but she and Nigel had paled when they had discovered buying a new Nimbus 2000 would cost them the extravagant sum of one thousand Galleons. And there was an even newer broom, even more expensive since July on the market!