Patrick walked through the streets of Diagon Alley as his stomach grumbled at him. He wasn’t sure just how much longer he could wait on food. He had been hoping his mom would grab him for lunch but she had texted him about an hour ago letting him know that he really needed to get some food.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was going to get yet but he knew he was going to get food. He pushed his hand in his pocket to figure out what kind of money he had in his hand and figure out his meal. He looked around the street trying to see if he knew anyone around the street. Spotting no one he decided on a bread bowl and walked over toward the stand.