I sprinted down the streets in a hurry excited to arrive at Hogwarts. The wind battled my face as I bustled down the busy streets of London, to where I knew I had to go. I placed my hands in my sweater's pockets feeling the acceptance letter as well as the list of things I had to get at some place called: "Diagon Alley". I had no idea where the place was, though I had a pretty good guess of where I could ask. The place my foster parents were always sketchy about visiting. The Leaky Cauldron. I couldn't think of another place, though if I was wrong it'd seem pretty crazy for an 11 year old asking about a magic school and where I could find a place called Diagon Alley. I swiftly turned a corner and saw the very place. The old cracked black cauldron hung on the top of the eatry and the door swung open and I entered the shop.
I searched the place seeing odd people sitting and chatting while eating breakfast. Tables were set in lines and the high ceiling made the place appear larger than it truly is. I casually strolled up to the bar and jumped up into one of the bar stools. I peered up at the bar tender tentatively, since at the time I was a bit afraid of the guy. He was simply washing a beer bottle with a cloth when he whipped around to face me. It was dead silence between us, until the man burst out laughing,
""I'm sorry darling, but I'm afraid I can't get you a beer! Would some juice be alright?" The man greeted grinning at me. I smiled back at the man's kindness, but I jumped straight to the point of me being there, "Hi, I'm Nicky and I'm looking for a place called Diagon Alley" I replied swaying back and froth on the bar stool. The big man stared at me for a few seconds with a bewildered expression on his face, before he signaled me to follow him, which I did.
He took me into one of the back rooms, which was just a brick room with a few barrels of things inside, "So, you're a first year I suppose" The man said, "I'm Barry and you'll be seeing me in the cauldron a lot. But, I hope you enjoy your time at Hogwarts" He added pressing his hand against a brick, then the wall began to form some sort of entrance to a place. I just eyed it with my mouth wide open. The man snickered and rubbed my head,
"You know what Nicky, I think your my favorite wizard that's come in here so far... I'm sure you'll get sorted into a great house" He exclaimed watching the bricks rearrange themselves with me. I blushed at the comment and looked up at the tall man. He was pretty tall for a man, and as well as that muscular. Then I came myself to say,
""Do you know where I can get this stuff" I asked pulling out my list. Barry chuckled and looked straight down at me, "Of course dear, I used to attend Hogwarts myself" He answered, then at that exact moment the entrance formed. I gasped as I wandered into Diagon Alley. Shops outlined the streets and the place was flooded with kids her age, and others that were older. But, the one shop that stuck out to her the most was the one as far as she could see, the shop marked a fork in the road and it had a huge mechanical magician on the top lifting it's hat to reveal a rabbit, and it disappear. Barry laughed,
"Now, come on lassy. Time to get you some school supplies" Barry interrupted trudging down the alley. I hurriedly ran to his side following him until we reached a shop called: emOlivanders./em I eyed the sign and peered through the windows to see another kid my age purchasing a wand. Then I frowned and plopped down on the window sill. I placed my head in my hands as I sighed,
"Barry! I don't have any money... I can't buy any supplies!" I admitted staring at the sidewalk. Barry grunted scratching his bald head, "Well, this is a problem isn't it..." Barry replied searching around. Then he muttered something to himself eyeing a particular building, that I guessed was a bank. But, what I didn't realize was the kid who had just bought a wand had just exited the shop, observing the whole situation. I peered up at him and returned to a more comfortable position,
"Oh, I'm sorry 'bout this, you can leave" I exclaimed moving so the boy could go, but he didn't. He stood where he was and fished his hand into his pockets, "WOAH!" I yelped, "You don't have to-" But, then I was interrupted by the boy slapping a handful of coins in my hands, and with that he left. His dark black hair swaying back and forth his face facing the ground,
"Oh... Thanks" I credited him turning my attention to the money he handed me, "Your really kind" I added smiling at the boy, but all I heard was a grunt. He whipped around his face full of fury and his eyes showed nothing but merciless pain disguised in a green tone,
"I WASN'T BEING KIND!" He barked stomping his foot, "I JUST HAD EXTRA!" He added turning back around, stomping off. I watched as the boy marched off scowling as he stumbled out of sight. My eyebrows knit together as Barry suggested we go inside. I nodded agreeing with the statement heading into Olivanders.