"I'm gonna go crazy if I don't get out of here."
Nicole was muttering to herself as she watered her mum's plants in the backyard, wondering just how much longer the summer could really last. After all, it was nearly July, so... Well. That meant two more months. Merlin, save her.
It was so stifling. Her mother feared just about everything, as far as Nicole could tell, but the worst thing was her mum's theory that Nicole would one day run into the rest of her family and choose to betray her for them. From what the Hufflepuff knew, though, the rest of the family was kind of rubbish and awful. So the odds were quite slim, as far as she could tell.
Shrugging tiredly, she moved to the twist the faucet off. The water slowed to a drip before completely stopping. And, suddenly, she had an idea. Because the next thought in her mind was about how much easier this task would've been if she could use magic already. Which reminded her: Hogwarts.
Of course! It was brilliant.
"Mummy," she started as soon as she ran inside. It was best to play into her softer side by going for the more charming greeting. But she didn't want to sound like she was still just a little girl. "Mum, I need to pick up supplies for next school year. Can you drop me off at Diagon Alley on your way to work?"
And it took a while. Nicole had to make it clear that she was about to write her friends from school - the nice ones who were definitely non-threatening and just polite - to ensure that she wouldn't be wandering on her own. Gosh, she wasn't sure she'd ever lied before. It felt kind of gross, but she was too excited. And she ended up getting what she wanted, as well, which made it seem that much more appealing.
So, despite knowing it was the wrong way to go about it, she was in Diagon Alley a couple hours later, and was absolutely thrilled. She made her way to the pet shop first, eyeing the owls longingly. But it made her a bit sad, so she wandered off instead, aiming vaguely towards the ice cream parlour. She'd have to pick up a few books and things before heading back to avoid suspicion, and then would later need another excuse to pick up her real supplies. But perhaps she could ask the shop owners, since they might know from previous years or from placing the orders.
Oh well. She was clever enough, right? She'd figure it out.