From the moment I cracked my eyes open, the sunlight streaming through the hotel window blinded me and I squeezed them shut again. Due to jet lag, I'd barely gotten three or four hours of sleep.

I rubbed my watery, sticky eyes and rolled off the bed, landing on wobbly feet as I stood up and stretched. A few bones cracked and I sighed in satisfaction.

Making my way to the bathroom - and hitting two walls on the way- I narrowly dodged the door frame and leant on the sink, cringing at the monster in the mirror.

Dark bags, signs of a restless night, hung like shadows under my eyes. My hair looked like a bright purple rats nest and sleep collected in the corners of my exhausted green eyes.

After attempting to clean myself up a little, I lazily threw on a black furry jumper and white skinny jeans, tugging the warm sleeves down and clutching the hems under the tips of my fingers as I shivered. Back home it was warm, but I'd forgotten that here it would be colder and hadn't packed warm enough.

My bad.

I pulled a cute grey beanie with black cat ears poking through the top over my hair, tilting it backwards and tugging it over my ears. I pulled on a pair of checkered fingerless gloves and my black Converse before heading towards Leo's room, desperately hoping that he was awake. I was starving.

I knocked lightly on the door, calling quietly and trying not to disturb the other lodgers.

"Leo? Are you up?"

I went to tap on the door again and it swung open, causing me to almost punch Leo in the head accidentally.

"I've been up for an hour, waiting for you." The dark-haired man pointed out.

"Shush. Can we go get breakfast? Aries and I are ravenous. I'm not sure what I want more- sleep or food."

"Well how about we eat, go to Gringotts, and then we can sleep some more because jet lag is killing me too." Leo yawned and I nodded.

"Sounds okay to me." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled.

As we wandered down the hall and down the stairs, I sniffed the air curiously.

Pancakes.

The familiar scent of good, hot food wafted past and I smiled, mentally bathing in the essence of maple syrup and hot bacon, with slightly burnt toast becoming prominent.

"Come on, Leo." I grabbed the stair banister and jogged lightly down the last few steps, spinning in a circle as I looked around curiously.

"Calm down, wild child, follow me." Leo chuckled and walked past me into a relatively small dining room, where a few other people sat at separate tables minding their own business and eating their own food.

Everything was wooden and looked to be quite old. A few oil paintings were scattered on the walls, mainly of countrysides and bustling streets. The dull gold frames led me to believe that they were fake.

Plenty of windows lined the walls and bathed the room in golden morning sunlight, the beams reaching across the floors and crawling up the opposite walls. A few of the dirty windows were open, a cold breeze blowing through and I breathed in the crisp air happily.

Leo headed towards a two-person table beside a closed window and I followed him, pulling out my chair and wincing as it scraped the wooden paneled floor. Leo rolled his eyes at me.

"That's it, keep rolling your eyes and maybe you'll find a brain back there." I mocked him with a smile, sitting down and picking up a battered-looking menu.

Leo didn't bother. "The pancakes here are pretty good, but nothing compares to the cinnamon toast." He ran his hand through his hair and I put the menu back down.

"Well I s'pose I better get that too, to go with my pancakes and bacon because hell it smells good in here." I laughed.

Not long after, a slightly-bored looking witch strode quickly towards us in a tight skirt and an apron that was a little too big for her short frame.

"What can I get you this morning?" She plastered a big smile on her face, her pen poised to write on the small notebook in her hand. She quickly took down our orders and rushed off again.

I was surprised at how quickly the food arrived and as I dug in, I looked up at Leo.

"So where's Gringotts and what are we doing there?" I asked.

"Gringotts is the dark bronze building near the Magical Menagerie. We're going to sort out a little of your vault and take out some money for you. Luckily for you, your parents were quite well off."

At the mention of Emma and Eugene North, I went into a thoughtful silence.

"Leo, can you tell me a little about my parents? I barely remember them now." I said quietly. Leo's expression softened a little and he ate the last of his toast, grasping his mug of tea tightly.

"Geez, where would I start?"

"Start... anywhere. As a wizard and witch. Anything." I shrugged.

"Your parents were... Wonderful people. Absolutely brilliant. Emma was beautiful and kind-hearted, and your laugh sounds just like hers did. Pretty and bubbly and full of life. Eugene; he was a little different. He was a fairly quiet kid in school. He always tried to stay in the shadows, but he always managed to get in some kind of trouble or do some extraordinarily difficult spell.

Prongs and I always figured they'd get together. But that was a long time ago. When they had you, they were so happy. Eugene always wanted a baby girl, and even though Emma hoped for a boy, she couldn't be happier. You look just like her when you smile sometimes, but you've still got your father's troublemaking traits." Leo trailed off and I nodded, processing.

"Who's Prongs?" I furrowed my eyebrows and Leo gave a short laugh.

"Another story for another time, I say. " He waved and the same girl from before came over with the bill. Leo quickly payed and we stood up, heading back out to the hall and into the street.

"We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Cash." I sang lightly and Leo elbowed me, laughing.