Iclyn was just sort of wandering at the moment, letting the throng of people push and pull her every which way and that, she wasn’t really caring where she was going. She had too much on her mind right now.

And yet.. in every face that she passed, she found herself looking for a certain person, a person she was never going to see.. a person who wasn’t even in the country..

Merlin, she needed to move on.. to forget him.. and yet.. she couldn’t.

Even with a rejection she couldn’t. Merlin help her..

Her heart ached. Her hand ached and the scar on her face ached as well.

She sighed at herself as she dragged herself from the crowd and started to just wander, still no particular place to go.. but.. maybe she’d find a friendly face?

"I think you're right" Minjae said after Ewan said that his , or rather his father's , glasses, were fine. He was terrible at the Reparo spell and he knew that if he used it on the sunglasses it would just shatter. And he would only ask someone else to fix it if he knew a hundred percent they could use the spell correctly. "Thanks for picking it up by the way" He could have pointed at it instead of picking it up himself so that was cool of him. He probably had no idea he had held a small fortune in his hands. Minjae vaguely wondered if he would have ran away with it if he had known.

The Hufflepuff found it secretly funny that Ewan was flustered after his mistake. "How on earth can you mistake your own House for another one" he laughed. It wasn't said in a mean manner but jokingly. But him saying that no one was a hundred percent their House and that everyone had traits from every House made him think for a moment. "I never thought about that" he said, frowning ever so slightly. "But now that i think about it, i can see myself in Gryffindor as well. Maybe im a.. get this....ready? A Huffledor!" he laughed at his own extremely lame joke. "Is that why the Sorting Hat sometimes takes a couple of minutes to sort someone? I've seen it before" he had been sorted in to Hufflepuff the moment the Hat had been placed on top of his head.

"Exactly, school stuff. For making Potions at the laboratory when i don't have any classes" he wasn't lying here. He did use the Potions laboratory to make certain prank potions. He was just not mentioning the prank bit. "Presents? why did you have to buy presents for your family?" he asked. "Are they giving a birthday party or something?" And if so , could he come too?

The fact that he hadn’t inadvertently smashed the glass was a relief to Ewan, a small smile on his lips now. Judging from Minjae’s expression, he could have guessed that they were expensive but it didn’t really matter to him. After all, he wasn’t exactly someone who was impressed by more or material things. There were more important things in life, something he knew all too well after the last few years. “No problem” he replied, waving his thanks away. Anyone would have picked them up and given them back.

Well it wasn’t often that he saw a Hufflepuff that wasn’t very nice but then again, like he said, everyone has traits from the different houses. Maybe some of his were just a little more unpleasant from the other houses. “Uhh, I’m not sure” his face a little more neutral now as he replied. He could have gone into the whole reason he sometimes forgets things and the reason for his poor memory but there was no real need to just to prove a point. “Yeah, I mean, I think the hats put you where you belong but it doesn’t mean it’s not a close call. Maybe you could be a ‘Huffledor’”, his lips twitching a little the name he made up for the Hybrid house. “Or Gryffinpuff? Whichever you prefer”.

“Mhm…potions stuff” Maybe he’d have to mention Minjae’s name to some of the Hufflepuff prefects and ask them to keep an eye on him. “I take it you’re pretty good at potions?” curious to see if he could find out a little more. “I just want to surprise some of my family with presents. No particular reason really. Sometimes, it’s nice just to surprise people” never really having much money, it was nice for him to actually have some now so that he could go out and treat his family and girlfriend sometimes. “And I need to buy myself a present for becoming a prefect” he added at the end, slightly proud of his own surprising achievement.

He wasn't sure? Minjae started to doubt if Ewan really was a Ravenclaw like he said he was. Weren't they super smart or something? Maybe he had a different trait that was more at the foreground. Maybe he was really creative? With a memory like that, he needs to be.

"Riiight" he said slowly as Ewan explained how the Hat worked. It made sense to him. He did raise his eyebrow at him, which could just been seen behind the sunglasses. Gryffinpuff? mweh, it was ok. "But Huffledor sounds like Dumbledore soooo" He trailed off as he looked behind Ewan, getting distracted by the movements around them before he turned his attention back to him.

"I am pretty good!" he grinned and his eyes seemed to spark proudly. Which could not have been seen as he was wearing sunglasses. "It's my best subject after Charms" he said. "Why? Do you need a potion?"

Ok this completely confused him. He was getting presents for his family for NO reason at all? Why would he do that? Minjae always got presents for no reason from his family but he had never bought something for them and now he felt bad. "What kind of present do you think my chauffeur would like?" he asked out of the blue as he stared at Ewan intensly. He wasn't going to leave here without a present!

..........Prefect? Minjae was briefly dissapointed at this news. He thought that Ewan was ok to hang out with but now he was not so sure. He couldn't prank anyone if he had a Prefect around. "If you became a Prefect that means you're starting your O.W.L year. Want me to make you a memory potion? it only takes two hours and fifteen minutes to be exact" he smiled.

Ewan just shrugged at the Huffledor comment because it didn’t make a difference to him either way. He knew the sorting hat got him in the right house, judging from his O.W.L results at least anyway. “What ever works for you”. He appreciated the great work of Albus Dumbledore just as much as anyone but hey, to each their own.

“Nice, I’m not too bad either to be fair. I actually just finished my O.W.L’s so I’m actually going into my sixth year” a smug smile on his face for a moment. Not too bad was an understatement but he didn’t need to brag. He knew how good he was. “My best subject is most likely charms or transfiguration but I’m pretty good at potions too” he continued, just catching the raised eye behind the sunglasses. “I’m good thanks, I can brew anything I need at home” which, sounded a little big headed but it was true. As for a gift for his chauffer, he really wasn’t sure. “Have you ever thought about just asking him? Or do you not know him very well?” He really didn’t have any idea what to get his chauffeur as he didn’t know him but sometimes, asking someone what they like never hurts. “What type of things does he like? Maybe brewing him some type of potion? Something a little more personal”.

Fresh from a trip to Wales visting Tristan's Aunt and Uncle, Sebastian began to wander around Diagon Alley, his mother and younger siblings were shopping else where. He was still reeling after last term. He should have made his move but he, of course, was always too late. Now the person he had feelings for was with someone else and didn't give to knuts about him in that way.

Friendzone. Not a good zone.

He just hadn't been ready yet...besides, she was far to pretty for him anyway. With a deep sigh, and not really looking at where he was going, he continued on through the street, accidentally bumping shoulders with someone shorter than him. "oh, sor--Iclyn?" He said with mild surprise. Of course he would run into the person he just happened to be pining. Awesome.

Back to the friendzone....

Iclyn was deep in thought as well so she barely even noticed that someone had bumped her, the blonde instinctively covered her rather achy right hand, as not to have it injured more..

But as the voice spoke, her soft blue eyes went wide and she gasped, it may not have been the former Slytherin she was thinking of, but it was the next best thing!

“Bastian?” She said as she gave him a little grin. “I didn’t know you were here! When did you get back? Did you have fun? Tell me all the things.” She said with a happy smile as she looked up at him.

She had missed her best friend, sure he had come to see her in St. Mungos but.. that had been a visit..

“Did you get your Owls back? ” Her eyes were shining with excitement at her own scores.

Sebastian wanted to be aloof and indifferent, but when her eyes light up like that...and the way she said his name...it made his heart do all the things. A huge grin spread across his lips and he gave her a small chuckle as she asked him a million questions.

He couldn't stop looking at her. Even with the scar on her cheek...she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He absentmindedly lifted his hand to her face gently cupping her right cheek, slowly and softly rubbed the scar there. "I just got back last night. It was amazing. Meeting more family that I didn't know I had and spending time in the home my father grew up in, seeing pictures of my other grandparents...it was just...really great." He said with a huge grin, before realizing he was stroking her cheek and slowly taking his hand away from her face.

"I got my OWLs back. O's in my best subjects, E's in everything else...accept A in HoH and HoM. But those aren't my best subjects anyway." He said with chuckle. "What about you? And how are you healing? You seem to be better." He said with a concerned look.

He liked her way too much to be aloof and indifferent.....*sigh*

Iclyn leaned into Bastian’s touch just a bit as she felt his hand rest on her cheek, and stroke the scar that was there. She almost wanted to pull back and hide that side of her face from him, but she stayed where she was and smiled softly as he spoke.

”I’m so glad that it was good, how is your Dad and Professor Kennedy? Did they get married yet?” she asked him curiously, unsure if they had or not.. Merlin was she a bad friend cause she didn’t know this? She bit her lip and hoped she wasn’t!

She watched as his hand fell from her cheek and she turned a bit so that her non scarred cheek and non injured hand was facing him more.

”Those are awesome scores! I knew you would do well! I’m so proud of you Bastian!” She gave him a half hug before nearly beaming at him.

”I got O’s in all the ones I took except HOM which was an E!” She was so excited! She had studied so hard for those grades.. hopefully it was enough for a scholarship!

”Eh.. all right I guess, still have the scar and my right hand is sore all the time, and it hurts to use it for long periods of time.” She tried to play it off like she wasn’t cocerned, but that was her writing and drawing hand. So she was very worried

Guhhhhhhhh...that smile...those eyes...he really needed to stop. She had a boyfriend...

The sadness arrived quicker than he expected, but he his smile didn't falter. She was one of his best friends and that was more important. His smile got even bigger. "Oh, that's right! I didn't tell you! Your accident happened and I couldn't get to St. Mungo's until a week or so later because I was at their wedding. It was wonderful and they are blissfully happy." He said with a laugh.

He immediately noticed her slight turn so he wouldn't be able to see her scar or hand, and he quickly placed his hand on her right cheek again. "You don't have to hide from me, Icy." He said quietly. "You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He gave her a small grin and a wink.

"Thank you!" He said with a huge grin before being pulled into a half hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and continued, "Though...some of them could have been better, but the ones that matter most for Magizoology I got all O's in. Dad took me to the Sanctuary again and...I just know that is what I am meant to do." He said with a small smile.

When she told him her scores he chuckled, "I am absolutely not surprised my extremely intelligent friend. Congratulations. I am very happy for and proud of you. I just know you will get some scholarships!" He knew how worried she was about money. Her older sister was taking care of all of their expenses.

Letting go of her waist he grabbed her injured hand and examined it, before giving her knuckles a gentle kiss and letting it go. "The scar will get lighter and lighter. It will be unnoticeable before you even know it. And your hand will take some time, I am sure, but as long as you continue to use it and practice and do what ever physical therapy you need to, it will get better. Just don't over do it. Rest it when it needs resting. Ice. Heat. All the things." He said with a pointed look before grinning and giving her a wink. he knew all of this stuff because, well, going into Magizoology you had to learn about injuries and how to heal them.

Now if he could just heal his injured heart...

Ewan was starting his sixth year? Now it was Minjae's turn to feel flustered and he was glad that he was wearing the sunglasses as it would cover the biggest part of the red in his cheeks. This whole time he had thought that Ewan was a fifth year but at least he had not mistaken his own House... "How did your exams go? Can you give me the answers? I'm sure the questions will be the same next year when i'm taken them" he was totally serious right now. He hated studying. And homework.

"I'm terrible at Transfiguration"' he sighed as Ewan told that it was one of his best subjects. "It sucks" both his ability and the subject. If Minjae had to be honest, he was disappointed that Ewan dismissed his offer because he would have loved to brew him a memory potion. That did not mean he wasn't going to brew it anyway. Merlin knows when he had to drink one because he had not been paying attention in class.

Asking him? So simple, so brilliant! maybe Ewan really was a Ravenclaw after all. "But doesn't that destroy the surprise part?" he asked. He thought as he listened to the Prefect. What did he know about his personal chauffeur? "Well, he's been my family's chauffeur for three years now..." he said. And he knew that he had a wife, no kids and that his name was Mike and that he had dyed his hair brown last week but that was it. "can muggles have stuff from our world?" he needed to be sure about this.

Iclyn didn’t even think about the fact that she formerly had a boyfriend, she had never talked about him to any of her friends, and they were together so briefly, it was like it hadn’t even happened. Though she regretted even getting together with him. And hurting him, but he would see eventually that they were better off as friends.

”No you didn’t tell me! That’s so awesome! I’m so glad to hear that!” She said softly as she gently squeezed his arm, she knew they were important to him and she was happy that his family was happy! Even though talking of family made her heart hurt a bit. She pushed that all away to share in the joy of her friend!

Iclyn stilled as his hand moved to her scarred cheek again and she shrugged a bit. She had to hide from most people, and though the list of people she didn’t have to hide from was short, he was on it. It was just easier to hide.. ”Thanks Bastian.” She said softly as she shook her head as he spoke. ”The entire school is filled with beautiful people, I don’t stand out.” She said softly with a bit of a shrug.

She rested her hands on his arms as his own looped around her waist, and she smiled as she looked up at him as he spoke about his future. He always got so happy when he talked about Magiczooology.. ”I know that is what you are meant to do as well.” She said as he spoke again.

”Thank you.” She said softly as she looked up at him, she was hoping she’d get a few scholarships, otherwise she’d have to go into the ministry straight away and not be a healer like she wanted to.

She felt herself almost recoil as he grabbed at her sore hand! She had been protecting it so much lately, that time have someone just grab it.. made her wince! But when no pain came she relaxed a little.

”I only hope it’s better by the time school starts, cause this is my writing hand.” she said softly.

Judging from the tinge in the Minjae’s face, he hadn’t expected him to be in his sixth year. Strange because he obviously knew they were in different school years. Did he not look old enough to be in his sixth year? “My exams? I crushed them” a grin spreading wide across his face now as he looked at the fourth-year boy now. “I mostly had O’s with a two E’s dotted in between them” hesitating before he continued to answer his questions “I don’t think the exams are the same every year. That would make them pretty pointless because everyone would know what was coming up but if you really want to know, I guess I could help you sometime. Maybe closer to the time?” Cheating never worked, especially at Hogwarts so there was no point in trying but if he wanted some help studying, that he could do.

Transfiguration, just like everything else took time to master so if he didn’t want to put the work in, there was no helping him. One thing was for sure, transfiguration was one of those subjects that truly was magical, down to its very core. “Shame. The older you get, the more you learn. Everything is a little more…cooler” Honestly, who wouldn’t want to be an animagi if they had the choice? Maybe one day, he’d reach that level.

“Not if you’re a little tactful with your questions. Maybe just try talking to him like a normal person would and get to know him. You know, what he likes and dislikes? At least then you’ll have an idea”. Ewan couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for Mike. Minjae really didn’t know all that much about him but that could easily change. “Why don’t you do something nice for Mike and his wife? Maybe invite them both around for a meal and cook it yourself?” Judging from what he’d found out so far, Minjae didn’t seem like the type to cook his own food but maybe he could start now? “That would depend, I guess. If he knows about our world then maybe? But I guess he shouldn’t so…”

Getting all O's and E's for an exam was too much work in Minjae's opinion but he had to admit that it was cool of Ewan to have been able to pull it off. He was already getting nervous about the exam and it was more than a year away from now. "It won't?" he asked, looking positively upset about this. Should he ask his father to pay the examinator? "But i'd appreciate the help, how much should i pay you when the time comes?" he asked. "three galleons? four? I don't know what the usual is.."

Tactful with his questions? Minjae let out a laugh. He was probably the least tactful person out there. But there was no shame in trying, he guessed. How did one do that even? If he wanted something he just asked for it. "What do you mean, like a normal person?" He asked, feeling offended. "Are you saying i'm not normal?" OK perhaps he wasn't. For example, he had never eaten something as simple as a hamburger before. Not before his first feast at Hogwarts. His parents only wanted him to eat healthy and organic food. Which was why he liked going to Hogwarts cause there he could eat whatever he wanted. "I tried cooking for my mother once for her birthday. The fire alarm went off and i was forbidden in the kitchen for a long time..." Perhaps that was why he was so meticulous in Potions class. He didn't want to make the same mistake again and cooking was kind of like making potions. But also, why would he cook when the maid already does that? Perhaps he should ask her and tell its from himself? but that didn't feel right either... ”Maybe i'll have some inspiration after shopping…” he said as he pulled up his sleeve and checked the watch that his father had given him last year. ”I should buy my stuff now” he said and looked up at Ewan again. ”Don’t feel obliged to come with me because of that badge. If you don't want to , i'm cool with that”

Doing his best to keep a smile on his face, Ewan replied “Uh…well I wasn’t going to charge you. I was just offering to help you. You know, as a friend?” Having money was cool and all but Ewan valued his friends more and he’d never dream of charging them for his help. You know, unless it was part of his job. Minjae on the other hand seemed to be one of those people who had only ever known money growing up and for a brief moment, Ewan almost wished he’d had to go through what he did, not having any and living on the streets, just to see how the boy would react. But that wasn’t exactly the friendly thing to wish for so he put that to the back of his mind.

Had Ewan put his foot in it here? Maybe but he didn’t mean it that way. “I just mean, why don’t you just get to know him like you would one of your friends in school?" He replied, not back tracking on what he said but just explaining it more. Say what you will about him but he was nothing if not truthful.

“You’ve only ever tried to cook once? Well, maybe steer away from that idea then” Well, this one obviously had everything done for him. Ewan was quickly running out of ideas now, the more the boy talked in front of him. Maybe he should just get another of his servants to buy the gift? That seemed like the most logical thing to do as they did everything else for him. “Why don’t you ask his wife what he likes?” He really was scraping the barrel for ideas now but honestly Minjae was giving him no choice. He was here to buy presents too but even he had more of an idea what to buy his Aunt than Minjae did for his driver and he’d only known his Aunt for a little over two years now.

A little confused, Ewan just nodded, not making a move to go with him. He’d done enough to help him with his shopping. “I’m going to go finish my own, but I’ll catch you on the train or at school most likely” picking up the bags containing what he’d already bought now, he moved to the shop door. “Good luck with your shopping though” You’ll need it, he thought to himself as he walked through the shop door and out into the sunshine that was illuminated Diagon Alley.

The deep blue-eyed scarlet witch made her way down the street with a cappuccino and a brown envelope in hands. Without endangering her hot drink she swiftly maneuvered the envelope under her arm and pulled out its contents with her available hand. This has been a very good year for Amidala, from her job at the Ministry to blind dates just for fun and stepping out of the dark veil she hid behind. It had been a rough few years but the contents of this letter would open a whole new world for her.

Propping the envelope under her arm whilst she held the letter up to her eyes to read the information on it. With a deep gasp her eyes grew wide almost bursting out of her head! Amidala’s shiver sent her drink flying a few feet away from her...oops!

”Oh no. Oh no, no, no.” Amidala fanned her eyes with the letter to dry out the welling of tears forming in her deep blue eyes. ”Not today Ami, not today.” Speaking ever so softly and shaking her head blinking repeatedly drying out those annoying tears. Tears of joy…

As for the cappuccino...oh yeah, where’d it go? Dang it she paid good money for that darn drink, she was obviously going to pick it up loitering is a big NO-NO/

February had come and gone yet there was still a chill in the London air as March began. Gideon had decided to take a walk around the alley while the shop was handled by Nigel for the day, his partner in crime keeping occupied while his wife was out of town for the job. The former Gryffindor almost envied the man, at least having family to miss. Well other than parents and siblings.

The month of love had hit the potioner hard this year despite his usual attempts to tune it out. Not an easy task with the yearly attempts to get him to brew a love potion or too by troublesome customers. He had found his mind wandering to the one person he had ever truly cared for more then he would have wanted and almost wished he could have contacted her.

Except he didn't know how.

The last connection he had to Selina was her playing quidditch, a sport they used to both play, at least in school. Which was why he didn't feel surprised when he zeroed in on where his feet had currently taken and found himself standing near Quality Quidditch Supplies. More subconscious mind tricks.

Sigh.

Tom was looking forwards to getting some school supplies, he couldn't believe how fast his first year had gone at Hogwarts but he had enjoyed it, well except for getting his wand taken off him for destroying school property but well that was in the past now.

Tom was trying to figure out where he wanted to go first, did he want to get some food before his shopping or did he want to just have some fun and look around, or the third option was to get his supplies out of the way but then he would have to go to all the shops, why couldn't his parents do the shopping for him like they used to.

Curtis wasn't really excited about school arriving anytime soon. Why? It would be his fifth year, which is O.W.Ls year. Sure, having two Professors had its benefits, but it also had its cons which meant rare moments of fun. So this summer he was doing every little bit of squeezing out of the fun he could get.

Now, what could he do? He had some money to spend. Since his dad was an active professor he got books free of charge. He was walking around the street taking in the sight, considering on what to buy when he just about bumped into a younger kid. Oops.

First thing to say is sorry, right? Well, in Curtis' case he just stood over looking down at him. Have I seen this kid somewhere? Three... two.. one. "I suppose this is where I say sorry, but I didn't see you." He then shrugged. Apologizing for not noticing something didn't make sense to him. "Where's your parents, kid?" He had to know if he was going to be told on or not and get ready for the excuses. Nevermind he was probably not that much younger than him.

Tom was looking around, trying to figure out where he was going first, when suddenly someone bumped into him. He counted to ten in his head as the older boy seemed to be thinking about something.

"It's cool." Tom thought about saying something else, but thought better of it, seriously he wasn't that small was he. When he last checked, he had actually grown a bit since the end of term. "My parents are picking me up later, they said I could come and do the shopping by myself, because well as they say I'm growing up." Tom had felt so happy at first but now he wished they would have done the shopping because it was So boring. "So what about you, where's your parents?"

This kid just said it's cool. Curtis smiled softly, he was glad this wasn't another oversensitive fool he ran into. For some time just him breathing annoyed somebody. This was just a minor thing and it was getting treated as such at least, points of respect for him. Maybe this kid was closer to his age than he thought when he mentioned something growing up. "You're lucky, my parents rarely leave me alone." As for where they are, he shrugged. "Right now? I don't know, I left them at the Leaky Cauldron an hour ago." He loved his parents, don't get him wrong, just every kid needed a break from them after enough time in Curtis' mind.

"So what do you have left to shop for?" Curtis asked. He knew it had to be school-related somehow.

Tom smiled as he heard what the older student said. "Yes, I know." Tom sometimes wished that his parents, spent more time with him but at least they didn't smoother him or force him to do things that he didn't want to do, which would be so embarrassing.

"Well I was thinking about getting my books next, I need to get my second year spell book and other things." Tom couldn't believe how fast his first year had flown though now he was looking forwards finding out more about Hogwarts especially after what had happened last term. "So what about you, do you have anything you need to get?"

Second year, explains alot. Curtis thought privately. In the span of a few seconds he considered what else he really needed to do. "I'm good with getting the books, my dad teaches Charms so I don't need to buy them." Curtis said. Not that he was trying to brag, it was a rumour that spread and was confirmed easily with everyone in his year and above.

"I was thinking about looking at the brooms but I should probably check out a book on them beforehand." Offense intended, he wasn't going to be easily persuaded by some Shopkeeper who likely wants to get rid of the cheap slow brooms first. "Do you like Quidditch or any other sport?" Curtis then asked.

So... this was the so called alley, wasn't it? Don't ask Michael how his family located it, because they were as Muggle as one could get, and even though Mikey had always been a little peculiar, so to speak, they'd come to accept him as he was, and hadn't questioned much. But, when the letter came, it all made sense, in a way. Like, the English family had known this for years, like they ... it wasn't a case of "Our kid is special!!", oh no, they were quite a humble family. It was more of a "If anyone in the world is to be a wizard, it's got to be Michael."

And so Michael English was, a wizard, and here to prove just how peculiar he was.

"Uuugh..." he muttered to his mum and big brother as he looked at the crowded street in front of him, and then forgot what he was about to say. He grinned. He could feel it already, all the jokes and jinxes and hexes and...

"Let's go to the bank first," his mum interjected in Gaelic as she pointed in that direction. She had been used to some magic through Michael, so she didn't linger on to watch people. They would do that later once they were done shopping. There were only 2 days until the Express, they lived far away to London, so they figured it was best to come late and stay at a hotel than to take the... cauldron... and a magic wand... back home. She didn't even want to imagine the chaos Michael would cause by waving it around and trying to use it on his siblings.

And so off they went to Gringotts, the three members of a Muggle family of 6, looking at everything curiously still.

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.