Gwen had finally "Accidentally" gotten separated from her nanny and was now leaving Florean Fortescue.
She had a good five minutes before she caught up, in the meantime she would enjoy the ice cream she had bought.
Or so she thought as a dirty boy of around ten bumped into her hard, causing her icecream to fall out of her hand and splatter on the ground. For a moment her hand was on her wand, ready to shoot a hex as her anger flared. With a deep breath she forced her hand to relax. To anyone with a sharp eye, she was fuming, though it was hidden well enough that at a glance it would go unnoticed. The worst part, was now her dress was smeared with dirt.

Holly Scrimgeour