What had already been a long day was steadily getting worse. Not only was she late getting to Diagon Alley, but now she would have to spend her day there alone. With a relieved sigh, she stepped into the shop, bags in hand, ready to look for a potion to help her blonde curls become ever so slightly more manageable. Heading to the left of the shop, Delyth stood for a moment, out of her depth.