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Chapter Four:

Kaye had finished four and a half butterbeers during the time Molly Weasley had given her an explanation of the magical world. Kaye's thoughts were fuzzy, but she wasn't totally drunk.

Okay, well, maybe she was.

Even if the beverage didn't have any alcohol in it, there was definitely something at least alcohol-like. Kaye wanted to puke. This would be her first drinking experience, and she hoped she never went through anything like it ever again.

She had understood what Mrs. Weasley had said during her explanation, but the words the kind woman had spoken were quickly starting to slip from her mind. Kaye was having a hard time figuring out if what she had just heard was all part of a dream, or if it was reality.

'Does it matter?' she thought to herself, gulping down the rest of her butterbeer.

She glared at a long scratch on the hard, wood table in front of her. After a few minutes, she was aware that Molly's lips were moving, but she wasn't making any noise.

'Huh?' Kaye thought, as a confused expression appeared on her face. A dizzying feeling passed over her, and before she fell into an unconscious state, she thought to her self, 'Oh boy, not again.'

Then, darkness.

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She woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed with the worst headache in history.

The slightest amount of light made her head feel like it was going to explode.

"Owww," she grumbled out loud to herself.

Molly then came into the hotel room with a worried look on her face.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry… I should have stopped you from drinking all of those butterbeers. I suppose I was just so concentrated on getting that explanation just right. Ohhh, dear me," Molly said. Kaye sat up against a pillow, holding the side of her head with one hand.

"Here, drink this," Molly handed her a small vial containing a dark green potion. "It'll help with the hangover."

Kaye gulped it down as fast as she could, hoping that if she drank it quickly, she wouldn't have to taste its vulgar flavor. No such luck.

She winced at the disgusting after-taste the liquid left in her mouth, and washed it down with the glass of water on a small table next to the bed.

The potion took effect immediately, freeing her from the blur that clouded her thoughts. She felt like her normal self again.

Kaye crawled out of bed and thanked Molly, and then went to take a shower. When she came out, she found that Molly had laid out a few robes on the bed, like the ones she had seen the other people in the bar wearing, but hers were all black.

Kaye didn't like them very much, but put them on anyways. She would do anything to express the gratitude she felt toward Molly.

After fixing her hair in the mirror, she left the room and entered an empty hallway. Finding the stairs, she ran down and searched for Molly. Spotting her at a long, wooden table, she walked over and sat herself down on a bench.

"Good Morning," Molly said, smiling, "You'd better eat. We've got lots to do today."

Kaye nodded and picked a few of her favorites from the plates in front of her.

"Don't eat too fast, dear," Molly scolded, waving a finger.

Kaye looked down at her plate. Her fork had three large pieces of pancakes lodged into it, and her mouth was stuffed with eggs. She was eating too fast. 'Is it because I'm excited?' she thought to herself, '…But how can I be excited for something that can't be possible?'

She still had her doubts about the whole magical world. Sure, she had seen a lot of evidence so far, but something inside of her kept her from truly believing.

She stopped herself and followed Molly past the bar and into a room. It was cluttered with suitcases and other odd objects. They wandered through the mess until they were in front of the wall facing towards them. It was made out of old, grey bricks. A few of them were missing.

'Wow,' Kaye thought sarcastically, 'it's a wall.'

Then, Molly pulled a long, thin piece of wood out from one of her pockets. A wand, if she remembered correctly from Molly's explanation. She tapped a few of the bricks, and slipped the stick back into her robes. She waited, as if she were expecting something to happen…

Kaye was about to say that they should probably try using a door, when she noticed the bricks were slowly starting to move.

She gasped in awe as she watched the bricks shift until there was a large enough gap in the wall for both of the women to go out.

When she went through the gap, Kaye found herself in a bright street, surrounded by crowds of bustling people. Shops were everywhere, cramped together, almost on top of each other.

"Oh my god…" Kaye had to remember to breathe. This place was amazing. Everyone was smiling.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Molly said, smiling. She hooked Kaye's arm with hers and led the so-shocked-she-couldn't-move girl into a nearby shop.

It was a quiet, empty place. It looked like it had existed for centuries. The shelves were stacked with small, long, dusty boxes.

Kaye looked at Molly with a questioning look, wondering what kind of shop this was.

Just then, an old man with frizzy white hair and a scruffy face walked out from the stacks.

"Ah, Molly! I wondered if I'd be seeing you again. And… is this…?" he asked, nodding in Kaye's direction.

"Yes, Oliver."

"My, oh my. She looks exactly like…"

"Yes, I noticed that too."

"What did you notice? Who do I look like?" Kaye asked, becoming suddenly confused and frustrated.

"Never you mind, dearie. Oliver, we're in a bit of a hurry." Molly said.

"Ah, yes, of course." Oliver replied, and walked back into the stacks of shelves. He came out with one of the long boxes, opened it up, and set it on the desk in front of him.

Kaye walked over and picked it up, holding it in her hand. "What do I do with it?" she asked.

Oliver chuckled and said, "Just wave it,"

She did as he instructed, and instantly, a pile of papers sitting on the desk flew up into the air and tore into hundreds of tiny pieces. Kaye gave a frightened gasp, and set the wand back in its box.

"No, not that one." Oliver said, and walked back into the stacks. He came out with another box, and handed it to her.

Kaye opened it up and gave the wand a little flick. The chair sitting in the corner of the store shattered, and tiny splinters flew up and lodged themselves into the creaky wood floors of the store.

"Not that one, either." Oliver said. He left again and came back with yet another box.

Kaye opened it up, sighed, and picked up the wand. A golden light shimmered upon her, and a strong gust of wind appearing from nowhere threatened to push her over. When it went away, she looked up, and saw two bright, smiling faces looking at her.

"You, mistress, are going to be a very powerful witch," he told her.

Molly gave a cry of delight, and rushed over to hug here. Kaye couldn't help but smile with a feeling of satisfaction.

'I'm a witch…' she thought, trying to get used to the idea.

Molly let her go, reached into her robes, and took out a small bag of coins. She picked out a few, and handed them to Oliver. "I hope you don't mind, dear," she said to Kaye, "I went over to Gringotts… erm, the bank, and exchanged your muggle money for wizard's money."

"Not at all, Mrs. Weasley, thank you." Kaye replied.

Their next stop was the bookstore. It was crowded, unlike Oliver's store. It took a while, but they eventually got every book she would need for school.

Then, they headed over to a supply store. She bought quills, ink, paper, and other school necessities.

Finally, they made their way over to a pet store called Magical Menagerie. Molly insisted that she buy an owl. Kaye chose the prettiest one she saw: an owl with amber eyes and gold-tipped feathers.

"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, "that's everything on the list."

"Thank you so much Mrs. Weasley, you have no idea how grateful I am to you. If not for you, I'd be moping around at home, wasting my time. But this… this place, this experience… it's all so amazing."

Mrs. Weasley wiped a tear from her eye, and gave Kaye a hug.

Kaye smiled. This day couldn't get any better.