Dahlia was making her rounds from booth to booth, food station to food station. It was basically 'No stone left unturned' festival style. She was thirteen and she wanted to do it ALLLLLL!

Which is how she ended up where she was now. Rocking back and forth on her heels, her bag slung over her shoulder as she watched the small line of people ahead of play try to knock the flying snitches out of the air with magical wands. She had to admit it looked pretty fun and some of the prizes had already caught her eye. Like the cute little potted succulent plant. Not to mention it would be really good for some hand eye coordination practice.

Now all she had to do was wait her turn.