Walking into Diagon Alley was always slightly horrifying at first, mainly because the first shop that Wes saw was always Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions, and this visit was no different. His sister ran past him to go look in the window of the gaudy, shockingly pink building. Wes scoffed. He didn't see the point in this establishment anyway. A potion may be able to change appearance, but it couldn't change the fact that someone felt so horrible about themselves that they had to go in there in the first place.
"Pointless," he muttered to himself. He wished that he hadn't taken on the chore of looking after his sister for the day. If she goes in, I'm not going after her, he promised himself silently.
Unfortunately, she did go in, so Wes resigned himself to sitting on the bench across the street from the hideous shop to wait for her, hoping that someone else would come along to entertain him while he waited for her to get bored with the things in the store.
