Alright, the first chapter had a… little bit of a… TOO MUCH detail. SORRY! Deal with it because this chapter has just as much detail. SUCKS 4 YOU! :-P Like I always have said, READ AND REVIEW!

Tick tock, tick tock… Brandon stared at the tall antique polished wood grandfather clock's hands move around the clock. 2:55. He thought. Brandon had been awake all night, thinking of all the excitement that would be held in the morning. He might've gotten some shut eye around midnight, when his Godiva chocolate colored brown eyes fluttered as he dozed off into a deep sleep. That lasted five seconds, that is. Finally, the time had come, 6:30. He leaped out of bed and didn't waste a second. Before anyone could say "stop rushing" Brandon brushed his teeth, washed his face, and quickly slipped on an ironed pair of a t-shirt and jeans. Before he rushed out into the hall, Brandon stopped abruptly, a sudden thought in mind. Didn't Ralph say the man who dropped the letter was wearing a cloak? Certainly only wizards would know such information! Maybe all wizards wear cloaks! In that case… maybe I should wear one too! Brandon rummaged through his spacy walk-in closet and a minute later, sure enough, he found a navy blue cloak stored at the very back. He tugged it on and swept down the stairs to the front door. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Miranda standing in front of the door, smiling cunningly and innocently batting her long eyelashes.

"My, brother. Going somewhere? And in those clothes to. London, perhaps?" Brandon shuddered. Miranda's icy yet sweet voice was too much to bare.

"Maybe. In your dreams possibly." Brandon grumbled.

"My, very well." Miranda swept aside to let Brandon pass. He stared at her, dumbfounded. His sister would usually tell their mom so he would get scolded for leaving the mansion so early.

"Well? Are you going or not?" Brandon cautiously stepped forward. After he was positively sure there was no prank, he stepped through the doorway and out into the crystal white snow. He felt a cold blast of air rush through him. A chill went down his spine. Brr. Brandon pulled his red knitted wool hat farther down to his ears. He spotted Ralph waiting faithfully near a lamp post rubbing his hands together to keep warm.

"Quite the chill, eh Brandon? Even though there's such a pretty sunrise." Ralph's breath was visible mist, but Brandon turned to look at the sunrise in the east. Ralph had bad breath.

"So I heard ye heading to London. Need a plane for that." A plane! Brandon smacked his head. How could I forget about travel?

"So, out of pure friendship," Ralph continued. "I'll accompany you to London! I even bought the flight tickets!" Brandon shoulders relaxed in relief. "I even managed to get us some first class seats!" Brandon felt relieved and grateful to have a good loyal dependable friend like Ralph. As they walked to the airport, Ralph chattered nonstop. Meanwhile, Brandon shuffled beside him, silent and lost in the thought of meeting a wizard. They acted that way on the plane trip all the way to London. When the plane slowly landed the plane intercom broke into Brandon's thoughts and made him jump to his feet. He dashed out of the plane with Ralph huffing to keep up behind him. Once in the airport, Brandon suddenly came to a halt to check the piece of paper that had the location on it. Ralph, not expecting the sudden halt, jeered to stop but ended up tripping over Brandon's feet. He was about to come down on a brown-headed girl in front of him, but right before he was going to fall on her, she whisked away from sight. Ralph plummeted to the ground with a thump. Then, as if appearing from nowhere, the brown-headed girl appeared next to Ralph. Brandon stopped moving and stared with his mouth hanging open awestruck. He was staring at the girl, older than he was, maybe fifteen, he'd never seen anyone so beautiful. Waist-length wavy brown chocolate hair grasped at the neck in a black rubber band, a sunny yellow vest on a white tank top, short navy blue jean short pants, and plain yellow flip-flops. Her sharp chestnut colored eyes stared at Ralph, stumbling to his feet, through black-brown shades. She looked stunning. Brandon couldn't take his eyes of her. The girl took one last glance at Ralph, let out a high laugh, and walked away. She didn't even notice Brandon. He stood in daze as he stared after her.

"Uh, Brandon? He-llo?" Ralph waved his hand in front of Brandon's face. Brandon blinked. Then he shook his head and stuck his nose to the note. They walked forward to the destination.

"Hmm… Let's see…" Brandon mused. "The Leaky Cauldron, is this the place." Brandon and Ralph looked up at the signs. "It said we're here… but where is it?" He spotted a group of strangely dressed people saunter into a small shop. Brandon blinked. That shop wasn't there before. Ralph must've noticed it too, they both looked up. On a wooden board said the 'Leaky Cauldron'. Brandon's heart almost leapt out of his chest as he pushed open the door. But, why didn't anyone notice it before? A bell on top of the door tinkled as he stepped inside with Ralph. Few people were sitting at the wooden tables talking and drinking. The barman that was polishing wine glasses behind the counter looked up.

"Welcome! Never seen you around. If you didn't know, I'm Tom. What would you like?" the barman asked cheerfully. Brandon shuffled nervously.

"Uh, well, I need to get to this place called Diagon Alley…"

"Say no more. First time, eh? Need to get your supplies for the next semester. Follow me, it's in the courtyard." Brandon and Ralph cautiously shuffled behind Tom out behind the store into a courtyard surrounded by a brick wall.

"Whoa…" Brandon looked around in awe. Tom the barman chuckled.

"Never been here, have you? Coming early for your supplies, good kid." He walked over to a trashcan against the brick wall. Then he whipped a stick out of his pocket. Brandon's eyes widened as he stared at the stick. Could that be-? Tom counted some bricks from the trashcan and tapped the brick. Tap. The ground shook slightly as the wall curved to form an archway leading to a busy street market crowded with bustling people. Tom grinned.

"This, is Diagon Alley." Then with that, he walked back into the Leaky Cauldron. Brandon and Ralph wandered through Diagon Alley, marveling over all the new magic appearances. They were about to head over to the Owl Emporium when Brandon wasn't looking where he was going and crashed into someone in front of him. When the person turned, Brandon gasped.

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