1 Work by Prophetize
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Barreling towards them is a cart of haphazardly tied crates trailing after a tiny Ravenclaw. The Ravenclaw is in one of those little car toys that you have to pedal to move. Dudley had one of them, but his weight caused it to collapse in on itself. The wheels screech and bump on top of the uneven, chalky stone, items clinking at the stuttering jolts. The Ravenclaw lugs their carts and crates behind their toy car and halts to a screeching halt centimeters before Harry and Ron.
The Ravenclaw hops out of their car, scuttling around their cart and pressing a red button. A signpole pops out of the cart, displaying a haphazardly painted banner reading ‘FLANGE’S BITS AND BOBS™’ in atrocious handwriting. The cloth was stained and messily mended in places. It looked like the Ravenclaw had scavenged half of the stuff on their cart out of the garbage.
The Ravenclaw– tiny, looking more like an eight year old than a twelve year old, and with dark brown hair covering their eyes– grins sweetly up at the pair. The boy— girl?— darts towards them and stands a little too close, nose basically brushing Harry’s sternum, and shouts, “HEY YOU WANNA BUY SOME STUFF?!”