Michael was stunned to say the least, it was his first time going to the leaky cauldron alone. Week heck, anywhere alone. His sister's make sure he is well surrounded. He walked into the rather small place and sighed 2 sickles. He made a disgusted face, he hated this, not having a lot never bothered him until the past year.

He hurried inside, the cold freezing him. Michael rubbed his hands together to get them warm as he looked around. 'not as packed as I thought it'll be'

He walked up to the counter, and bite his lip. "Umm excuse me. ." He said to a group of young kids, whom he believed were students, "where can I go to find, umm Magical Drafts and Potions?" He wringer his hands together, 'god I probably look like some halfwit' he thought, 'or worse a mud-blood'

He sighed looking around at some of the other 1st years to be. The kids he knew would be Gryffindors already making friends, and talking in steadying replies. The future Ravenclaws already reading and talking about the year ahead with the upper years. The future Hufflepuff already has the beads with them, making 'best friends forever' charm bracelets. Then there was the Slytherins, all spread out at the bar, looking around for someone to help them, but being overlooked.