Dido made a tisking sound as she set out determinedly into Diagon Alley, trusting her niece to follow.

"That, my dove, was your parents' doing. I told them—told them!—they had a witch on their hands, but did they believe me? So sil—a wand, of course, should be our first order of buisness," the witch concluded, as though having two altogehter different convertations at once, neither, it seemed, required Bet's participation.