The wide eyed brunette stood in the middle of the street, her eyes transfixed at the line up of peddlers and the magical shops she never thought existed until a month ago, when she received a letter informing her that she is about to go to a school of magic.

Magic! She kept repeating it in her head.

"Maybe we could start with the robes?" her mother suggested as she held out in the open the piece of parchment that came along with the letter and scanned it as if it were a treasure map. The young girl's father had nothing to say except to swallow, his gaze followed a family of magical folks gladly dragging their children to some sweet shop somewhere.

Though they are already staring at the proof, it is quite hard to accept that this kind of world is real especially to non-magic folks like them.

"We better get started," Lou mumbled in her soft, sweet voice. "if we ever want to go home before evening," she added.

Her parents nodded and they shoved their way into the busy North street of Diagon Alley.