afternoon of June 13th: Exploring

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Ron wandered down the cobbled street of Diagon Alley. The best part of being an adult was that he didn't have to justify where he was going to anyone. Just grab your coat, out the door, and Bob's your uncle. He didn't have any particular idea what he wanted to do today, but there were a few people he hadn't seen in a while, and he couldn't think of a better way to spend his day. Fred and George were always fun to be around, and maybe they had new products in their shop. Or maybe they knew some wicked places in Diagon Alley- or hey, Knockturn Alley- that could be explore. If Charlie was all right about taking him out drinking, he didn't see why the twins wouldn't want to go do something fun too.

Poking his head into Number Ninety-Three, he hollered, "Oi! Do there happen to be two rather identical looking chaps in the establishment? Same colour hair as me?"