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With knees trembling and threatening to give out on the cobblestone streets, Oliver leaned against the outside of Ollivander's and felt like someone just punched the air out of his gut. The crowds were getting thicker, and with the more people that swooped into Diagon Alley, the more it felt like all the oxygen was being taken from him. 

Shimmying along the buildings, Oliver found himself headed for a clearing in the herd. He felt lightheaded, and if anything, he almost wished his cat suffocated him last night with the excess fluff adorning that obese feline body. At a turn, Oliver stumbled alongside an empty alley and took in a gulp of air as if he'd been oxygen deprived for almost three minutes.