Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Los Angeles International Airport (LAX), either. But I'd think that's pretty obvious, being as the owner of Los Angeles International Airport probably doesn't spend their time writing Harry Potter fanfics. But I digress.
July 31, 1997
Los Angeles International Airport
The blonde girl – well, really more of a young woman -- stepped off her flight from London and gazed at her surroundings with the wonder of one who has never been in an airport before. She hurried through customs as fast as she could, then went up to the counter to change her money.
The man behind the counter was surprised when he saw large gold coins falling through the fingers of the young woman who was next in line as she searched her wallet for the appropriate money. The girl handed him several hundred pounds to him, silently praying that no one had seen her galleons. She said nothing when he looked at her with some astonishment. It was rare that a young woman carried so much money in her wallet. She said nothing when she took over a thousand dollars from the man's hand, though she noticed his surprise. He sent her on her way with, "have a nice day, miss," and tipped his hat. She murmured something that might have been thank you, or possibly goodbye, and hurried down the concourse towards the doors, not bothering to stop at the baggage carousel.
She slowed her pace considerably as she approached the exit, and fingered one of the two large gold hourglasses she wore around her neck. No, she admonished herself, there's no turning back now. She marched up to the door, and pushed her way through to a life unknown.