Spaz, herself unaccustomed to random portals opening in seemingly solid brick walls, freaked out.

True to her name, an unearthly screech erupted from the preteen, causing all those within ten feet to turn and look. The screeching continued as she attempted to bolt back through the Leaky Cauldron and into the safe streets she knew, but, alas, Razzledazzle was having none of this. Keeping a firm grip on her wrist, despite her best efforts, her tugged her ever closer, until the larger male was holding the struggling child to his barrel chest, hunched over in an attempt at keeping her still.

He failed at keeping her motionless, but the screams eventually died down into a pitiful whining mewl as she watched the colorful people now milling around in what she'd soon know as Diagon Alley, having forgotten about her and Razzle already.

"Ye done?" Asked Raz, breathing a bit heavily from having to keep his young charge still. Spaz nodded grudgingly, scowling heatedly.

"This is mad, Raz." She whined, clearly disbelieving the evidence right before her clear violet eyes. "It just don't make no sense!" She declared desperately as Razzle tugged her through the opening.

"Lots o' things don' make sense ere, Spaz." He stated firmly, continuing to tug her reluctantly forward, glancing up and down the people and beast-filled street. Several people turned and looked, perhaps frowning at their shabby attire or in awe of just how much metal Razzle had managed to shove into his face. Perhaps they were just friendly. Either way, Spaz didn't notice, she was too busy snarking at Raz, who just would NOT let go of her.

"So where the foosh are we anyway?" asked the preteen, still scowling.

"Diagon Alley." He grunted, giving a great heave on her wrist.

"What, like the angle?"

"No! Diagon. Period. Alley. Period."

"Well that makes no sense!"

"Again wit' th' makin' sense! T'ain't much ere tha' DOES make sense, Love, best get used to it. We're not in London anymore!" Crowed the male, tugging her down a rather dank and dreary off turn of the main drag, marked by a crooked bronze sign that read Knockturn Alley'

"So where in farking hell are we going NOW?" Asked Spaz, glancing around the molding darkened corridor, which they traveled down now with a certain amount of unease.

"Knockturn Alley." Affirmed Razzle, nodding as he continued to drag her along "Would you PLEASE pick up the pace, Spaz? We aven' go' all day."

"Fark off!" The preteen fairly screeched as she tugged her wrist out of Raz' grasp. "Fine. Now what are we doin'?"

"We," began Razzle "'ave some things t'sell. Still go' tha' mouse Sexton go' fo' ye las' ex-mas?"

"Yeh, why?"

"'Cause that's one o' th' things we're gonna be sellin' off, mate."

"No farkin' way!"

"I'm 'fraid so, Spazzy. Now look alive!"