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When leaving Gringotts that afternoon to catch a late lunch, Heri wondered if topping off her money pouch had been worth all the trouble it took for her to finally be taken to her Trust vault. Her remaining aches voted against it. Now that Heri had her eyes opened to the reality of her semi-divinity, it was as if the floodgates of her presence had been burst open. Even without knowing she was Heri Potter, eyes followed her, both benign and malicious. She drew people in.
But just as much as she received an increased amount of kindness from friendly folk, she also had those of ill-intent making grabs at her. It was both a blessing and a curse. Heri had learned that while Knockturn Alley had been a dangerous place for her to wander before, it was a veritable death-trap now.
She had only passed by the entrance one day and still, she was almost plucked up in broad daylight by a hag. It was through her experience with those that meant to kill her and a gaggle of her newest admirers that she escaped with nothing more than a slimy feeling on her skin. She made a point to walk on the other side of the road whenever she went down that direction after that.
The Alleys were far more vast than Heri had expected. Hagrid had mentioned other streets when he showed her around, and she, of course, knew about Vertic, but it took her actually traversing the other Alleys to comprehend the reality of them.
She had imagined short cul-de-sacs that branched off of Diagon; what she found was a spiderweb network of Alleys that hosted more than just a shopping district. Diagon, Knockturn, Vertic, Whimsic, Quizzic, Satiric, Casu, and a handful of others. She spent a goodly amount of time just wandering.
That day, Heri was in Whimsic, the Alley that hosted an abundance of enchanters, metal-workers, and body-modification businesses on top of the usual shops and pubs. It wasn't anywhere near as posh as Vertic or even Diagon, but the people were friendly and open. It also appeared to be the most liberal of the Alleys. She wasn't sure why, but she had sort of assumed that the other magical species didn't do much mixing with wizards; Whimsic had all sorts of non-human Beings carrying out their business. She wasn't sure if this was because of purposeful segregation or because the other Alleys just didn't cater to their needs. Heri was currently in a shop that sold alternatives to wands.
The layout was much like that of a jewellery store, all glass-casing and velvet lined shelves. There were two shop attendants that she could see, but one was absorbed in a magazine while the other attended to Heri. It wasn't a large place, maybe a touch bigger than the Dursley's sitting room, but it was well-kept despite its homey feel and there appeared to be a workshop in the back. "What d'you think of these?" said a chirpy voice to Heri's right. She turned to see a sandy-haired girl her age with a riot of freckles holding up what looked to be a pair of decorated hair-sticks. Mayblossom Marsh was the daughter of a pub-owner that ran a business further down in Whimsic. They had met when Heri popped into The Green Dragon for a quick lunch and Mayblossom tried to deliver the order only to trip over the hem of her skirt and dump the food on Heri's lap. After the babble of loud apologies that drew the attention of not only the other patrons but Mayblossom's parents as well, Heri's was cleaned up and given another platter, free of charge. The two girls had made friends when they bumped into each other again while Heri was browsing the fresh-produce market on the corner where Whimsic met Casu and Mayblossom had been out doing the shopping. Mayblossom was jittery and tended to babble on, but she was endearing and sweet. Heri kept the other girl company while she bartered and it eventually led to them making plans to meet up more often. They ended up shopping for alternative foci when Mayblossom discovered that Heri thought everybody had a wand. "And I suppose every plain Jane has a bloke on a string just mad for her!" Mayblossom said to such an assumption. "I'd like to live in such a world! Where ever did you get such a thought?" In confusion, Heri explained how everyone at school had wands as did every other wizard she had met before. Mayblossom got a strange look on her face before she regarded Heri seriously. "Do you go to Hogwarts then?" Heri frowned lightly. "I do. But why are you asking?" "Tell me, how many witches and wizards do you think there are in the world?" "What?" Heri was puzzled at the non sequitur. She thought about it. "Erm, hundreds of thousands, I suppose." Mayblossom smiled oddly. "Heri, two percent of the human population is magical. There's about 1.2 million of us here just in the U.K. Out of that number, twenty percent of us are between the ages of eleven and eighteen; that's about 240,000 school kids. How many students go to Hogwarts right now?" Heri thought for a moment. "I've been told that the average is four hundred." "So four hundred out of 240,000 kids. Where do you suppose all the others go to school?" Heri looked on in disbelief. "You don't mean to tell me that Hogwarts is the only school and everyone else just goes on without an education!" Mayblossom waved a hand negligently. "Of course not! I go to a school down in Margin Alley that specialises in witchery. Top of my class, I am; I make a damn fine potion. My point is that only the cream of the crop have wands and go to Hogwarts; the best of the best. The people with the capability to do all the branches of magic are less than one percent!"