With her lack of oxygen she didn't notice her sudden stop and flew into the tavern. Her sudden in-air experience could've been fatal had it not been for the body cushioning her fall. Suddenly she felt a strong pair of hands wrap themselves around her waist. A silky voice whispered words from below her. But one word made its way into her brain. "Vampire…" Slowly opening her eyes she found herself staring into a pair of gorgeous silver eyes….

Blinking her eyes a few times Emily hardly noticed the deep grumbling coming from below her until it was followed by a harsh shove. "Get the bloody hell off of me you stupid git!" Quickly scrambling to her feet Emily glanced down at her feet where a grumbling god lay. Emily shook her head causing her hood to fall back. Suddenly he gazed up. "So I was right, you are one of them." Then with a slight shrug of his shoulder he got to his feet and dusted off his gleaming black robes. Finally he finished. He looked up one last time, winked and left the pub.

Still watching the icy figure walking away Emily closed her mouth, gave her mouth a quick wipe incase of slight drool and walked over to find her mother. She found her mother with a tea cup in hand and talking to a scruffy looking man. His clothing were worn and aged, his hair graying. Yet he had a distinguished look about him and it was quite obvious that he must still be quite young, maybe even her mother's age. "Well thank you for waiting for me to come! I could've died and your sipping tea like this is friggin' England or something!" "Hunny dearest…" As her mother rolled her eyes. "This is England."

Grumbling Emily sat on a stool and immediately found a coffee waiting for her. "Mmmm… drink of the gods!" Emily sighed as she took her first sip of the heavenly dark liquid. Once again her mother rolled her eyes and continued her conversation with the scruffy looking man. Now slightly less disoriented Emily decided it was time for her manners to return. Suddenly realizing she hadn't even been introduced yet Emily only mildly interrupted, "Hello there. I'm Emily Evans….. and you'd be?" Coughing slightly the gruff looking man replied. "Professor Remus Lupin. I'm an old friend of your mother's, and also will be your DADA professor while you're attending Hogwarts." With an incredibly confused look on Emily's face Lupin felt he must elaborate. "Defense Against the Dark Arts."

With an unfortunate snort that ended up causing still lukewarm coffee to come out her nose, Emily looked at the "professor" with slight ridicule. "Defense against the dark arts? Are you kidding? You mean things like werewolves? Vampires perhaps?" Again Emily snorted.

"Emily please!" her mother said with the hint of embarrassment already visible on her cheeks. "No, no Anna it's quite alright." Lupin interjected. "And Emily, yes, werewolves, vampires, and others. But more importantly the dark arts in particular." Glancing at her muggle wrist watch her mother suddenly stood up. "All though I'd love to further discuss Emily's mistake we really must be going. It's already 10 o'clock and we really must still do her school shopping. Bye Remus. We'll see each other soon." With that she gave Professor Lupin an incredibly quick hug and dragging Emily behind her rushed out the tavern back doors.

Once outside again Emily pulled on her hood and came face to face with a large brick wall. It was well worn by the weather and had many vines entwined in the rust-colored bricks. Feeling just a little stupid staring at a brick wall while her mother randomly tapped the bricks, Emily pressed her palm against the brick. Suddenly she jumped back. The wall simply vibrated with life. It almost felt as though it had a life of its own. Now finding the right brick Emily's mother tapped a sequence of bricks with her wand. The wall magically reformed into an arched doorway into Diagon Alley.

"Ah I always wondered how you got here." Now as excited as her mother, Emily happily followed her mother to Gringotts Bank. Deciding to stay outside, seeing that her last visit ended up with some very angry goblins, she placed herself on a low brick wall and observed. It was not her first time here but it was her first time in about 6 years. She remembered coming here while her family were vacationing in England. Back then the country didn't seem as miserable but more like an adventure. She still remembered looking at all the shops, and shooting random pictures with her muggle camera. It was this that got her kicked out of Gringotts. It seems goblins aren't big fans of cameras. Laughing to her self and lost in memory, she didn't even notice the return of her mother.

"Emily hun, I'm only going to ask you one more time. Did you want to shop together or break up the list and go seperatly? Emily hun…. Answer! If you don't I'll choose for you!" Blinking Emily smiled sheepishly at her mom. "So what half do you want mom?" seeing that this wasn't her first magical school experience she didn't need a wand but she did need a million other things. Stopping for a moment her fingers naturally currled around the smooth handle of her wand. She knew she had a strong wand, but ironic too? Vampire fang and redwood. Ya, a perfect choice. Suddenly she though of the blonde haired guy in the tavern. How'd he know? Its not like her condition made her have a funny smell or that it permenantly tatooed a giant V on her forhead. Shaking her head she got back to the task ahead. Finally they decided the her mother would cover books, parchment, quills, her new cauldron, and her potions ingredients. Emily would cover robes, a pet (she hadn't been allowed one at her old school), get her wand looked at, and go to Knockturn Alley for her more personal school supplies.

"We'll meet at that icecream parlour at 2 o'clock. Ok?" After agreeing Emily's mother handed her a small pouch of wizarding money and headed towards Flourish & Blotts bookstore. "Hmm 4 hours and my mom's money to spend. Where to first?" Emily pondered. Finally she decided on getting her wand looked at first. It was her main concern at the moment. Pushing her way through, and throwing a menacing glance to what had to be a group of new arrivals (first years) she made her way to Ollivander's.

Pushing aside the glass store front door she heard a small bell ring over her head. Wow those have to be the worst invention in the world. What were they thinking making those? Hey! Why not just annoy the hell out of all our potential customers. Now with a smirk on her face Emily just barely dodged the flying vase coming her way. More new arrivals? Low and behold came stumbling a very frazzled looking little girl. "Oh my, oh my! I am so sorry. Its seems I just can't find my wand." The little brunette gave sigh and looked away, but not quickly enough for Emily to miss the tears starting to form in her chocolate coloured eyes. "Aw hunny don't worry about it. Just ask Mr. Ollivander here how long it took me to find one. I think we went through about half of all the wands in this store." Just then the man in question, Mr. Ollivander came stumbling out from behind a giant stack of wand boxes. "Ms. Evans? Is that you?" Seeing her nod he continued, "Never has anyones wand given me so much trouble, what was I supposed to expect though? Your entire family was like that." Now smiling he handed the next wand to the small girl. Sure enough purple, orange and yellow sparks started shooting out just as the girl touched it. "Holly and Uncorn horn. Very good choice my dear, this combination makes for a very integrated, reliable and strong wand." With a sigh the girl handed the store owner the appropriate amount of money and left the store with a small wave. Now the store owner turned to her, "So my dear, what can I help you with?

After 10 minutes Emily's wand was once again in perfect condition and she was heading to the next store. Looking at her list Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions seemed to be the next stop. Upon entering the store it wasn'tt he many colours that caught her attention but rather the red head precariously balancing on a small stool. Around him there was a horrible looking purple fabric. "You do realize I'm a boy, right!?" he shouted at the seamstress as multiple measuring tapes flew around him. "Why yes my dear. I just thought that colour looked lovely on you." She replied with a slight smirk. Unable to hold back anymore Emily had to say something. " It defiantly does compliment his lovely eyes but if I may make a tiny suggestion?" Seeing the seamstress nod she continued. "I just couldn't help but notice this royal blue colour. Its just so rich. May I ask where you possibly possessed this material?" Now intrigued the seamstress walked over. "Yes, yes my dear that is a lovely shade. It will look magnificent on the boy. Thank you. I can't believe I missed it." The boy in the back gave her a generous smile and she thought she saw him mouth "Thanks ".

Walking up to the front counter Emily soon was getting measured herself for school robes and also a set of dress robes. After all her purchases were packaged Emily left the store wth a slight bounce to her step. She certainly was feeling stiff from standing for that whole time. Just outside the store she saw the red headed boy. Now at the same level as him she finally got her first good look at him. Without the dim lighting of the robe store his hai was rich red colour and his blue eyes had a mischievious sparkle to them. His skin was lightly tanned and he was well built. The only thing Emily could think though was, "Oh my god! He must be a giant." In truth he was just a few inches over 6 feet but to her petite form he seemed to tower. "I just wanted to say thanks. I don't know hwhat I would have done if I had to go to school with a bright purple drape as a robe." With a smile he extended a hand. "Ron Weasley." "Emily Evans." She replied while shaking his hand. "Wow her hands so tiny, and so cold. The rain's not all that cold…" Ron thought while shaking her hand. "There's now possible way you're a first year, are you a transfer student?" Ron asked. "Ya. I transferred from California. But the robes took longer then I wanted and I really must be going. Sorry. I'd love to chat more, I'll see you around though. Bye." With a quick wave she turned and headed to Eeylops' Owl Emporium.

Time for a pet. Emily absolutley adored animals. With her unfortunate condition though most animals didn't like her too much. As if to prove her thoughts, the noisey store quieted as soon as she stepped through the door. Walking past the cages she was fully aware that every one else in the store was watching her. Soon though the animals became accustomed to her presence and the noise started once again. It was at that moment that she saw him. Sitting quietly in a cage was a pure black cat with silver eyes. "Well aren't you beautiful, and you know it too don't you?" Slightly squinting her eyes she watched as the cat tilted its head. "Aren't you scared of me little kitty? You must know what I am." the cat only continued to look at her and started purring. How perculiar. "Can I help you miss?" asked a clerk. "Yes actually I'm interested in this cat right here." "You must be mistaken miss. That cat is considered very dangerous." Curiously looking at the cat Emily turned once again to the clerk. "Well then I just must have it." Shaking is head the clerk lifted the cage and no soon had he done that did the cat start hissing at him. Emily only laughed. After the clerk asked her if she was sure she nodded and left the store with her newset purchase in a small carrying cage.

Now she was at the bottom of her list. All that was left was her personal items. Taking an immediate left at the end of the alley she came to it, Knockturn Alley.