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It was a hot August summer morning. The sun was shining, and the shops just opened.
A few people were coming out of the Leaky Cauldron ready to get their shopping done.
With them, a family of 5, the Stark family, happily shopping together to get their eldest daughter Sansa ready for Hogwarts.
“Mum, when do I get to go?”
“Another year Arya, you’re to young. Quit complaining, you’ll get your turn,” Lady Catelynn spoke to her youngest daughter. Arya kicked a pebble in the street, sulking. “If you’re a good girl Arya, I’ll buy you an ice cream later, it promises to be a hot day!” her father, Lord Eddard Stark said to compromise with his little girl. Stubborn like his sister Arya was, which made him feel nostalgic. She to, had been whining and complaining because she wanted to go. He held her hand close in his, gave a little pinch and looked at her smiling. Her frown disappeared while looking at her father.
“Ice cream, sounds good Dad,”
“We don’t have no time for ice cream Arya!” Sansa was stressing out. “I’ll need to go shopping for my uniform, and my wand, and my books and I really need a kettle for brewerys and how do I get all those stuff at Hogwarts and…”
She looked around, almost snapping her neck to see which shop she should visit first. Her pale face in stark contrast with her fiery red hair, locks of red dancing in the wind.
“No Mum, I don’t want to go shopping for clothes, I want to watch some brooms and the animals…” her youngest son Rickon whined.
Catlynn started to feel ill, she’d feared this would happen, that all of her youngest children would be whining and she wouldn’t get the stuff done she had to do.
“Mother,” Robb spoke. “What if we separated our ways? Than you and Sansa will have enough time for your shopping, and we’ll just walk around with Dad. I spotted Theon and Asha over at the bookshop!”
“Fine,” Catelynn said, secretly relieved to have a relaxing shopping spree with her oldest daughter, who never created a scene. “But no wandering of in the Knockturn Alley!”
“No Mom,” Robb spoke, while looking at his shoes. Catelynn noticed he had a slight smirk on his face, but at least he also had the decency of facing downwards, but her other adoptive son, her nephew Jon T. Snow, serious as ever, promised not to wander off. She believed him.
She saw the older boys heading over to a bench in front of a popular bookstore where other Hogwarts students would be hanging between this and an hour, and she saw her husband Ned with Arya, Bran and Rickon heading off to the Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Left all alone with Sansa, she looked at her oldest daughter. At 11, she was still an child, but Catelynn could see the beautifull lady she’d turn into.
“Come, sweetheart,” she said. “Let’s get you settled!”