Romans & histoires Diagon Alley Shops

The smile split when it saw the children. Aunt Lan threw a pot at it. The pot went through. The paper thing kept coming. "New rule," Ava said, backing toward me. "When old ladies throw cookware and it does nothing, you deal with it." We reached Old Street at noon under a sky the color of bruised metal. The shop's sign still hung above the door: QIAO FUNERAL GOODS. In the window stood paper servants, paper horses, paper mansions, paper phones, even a paper sports car with gold wheels.

She mustered up everything she had, and forced all the senses to wash over her instead of pummel her. They left the car park and walked onto the high street. Alissa looked around to see red pillars with 'post' stamped in gold. She saw shops with clothes on fake people adorned windows. She picked up the scent of beef and pork as she went past another shop with produce, advertising 'two for one sausages' on a blackboard on the path. Alissa looked around, some humans around Alissa's age were fawning over beautiful dresses in another shop window. She sniffed the air. “What's that smell?” She looked around trying to find the source.

Every tile and brick seemed to hold countless stories of the past. Getting out of the car, Serena stepped carefully onto the timeworn stone steps. The alley wasn’t long—soon, she reached the end. She paused, turned left, and looked toward a small, inconspicuous shop by the roadside. The shop was so modest, one wouldn’t even know it was a place of business without having been there before. It didn’t even have a proper signboard. If Serena hadn’t come here once before with her mother, she never would’ve realized this was actually a store.

I didn't stop there, I continued walking quite a few immortals had already walked and we were bumping shoulders. But it's only natural because of the number of guests today. So I looked for something I could go through that wasn't too immortal. I stumbled into a small alley and there was almost no one walking there. If there is something, it just passes. There are shops there and a restaurant. No one was eating there, probably because it wasn't dinner time yet. I turned to the exit and there were still a lot of people there so I just decided to look at the shops in the alley.

Maybe this was what it felt like to have a best friend and a relationship that didn't implode. God help me. I might actually believe in peace for once. *** Aureliano took us all to one of the most expensive strip malls I'd ever seen in my life. You know the kind—where the pavement isn't even regular pavement, it's that white marble-looking tile that feels like you're not allowed to breathe on it. All the storefronts had gold lettering, and every boutique name sounded like someone sneezed in French. There was a valet just for shoes, I swear to God.