Athene was on her way back from 'Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes', her long black hair in two braids behind and softly hitting against her back with each step. The sun was high, and the sky blue, and was all too much for her. She burnt very easily, and hated it when it was hot.
She put her head down against the glare of the sun, and turned her walk into brisk strides. Her small black shoulder bag bouncing at her side.
Suddenly, she felt herself bump very sharply into something, or someone.
"Watch it!" she hissed, grabbing onto whoever's shoulder it was to steady herself.