Elzabeth was back at Diagon Ally for her school things and it seemed nothing could wipe the smile from her face. The last time she was here, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had caught her attention and had made it on the list of many places in the Wizarding world she would always love.

Even when her father took her to the store and told her wild stories about the owners, she found herself amused and fascinated with the magical objects around her. This year her father agreed to let her go in alone as he shopped for her books.

It was a nice break among months of strangeness, one she was yearning for. People of all ages shuffled around her, testing out the toys and potions and laughing at the effects. It seemed everyone, no matter age or race, could always enjoy creating some mischief.

A cage full of Pygmy Puffs caught Elzabeths eyes and she stared back at the colorful creatures with a smile. She started to wonder what exactly they were and made a mental note to look them up at Hogwarts later.

If her mom wasn't such a stickler for pets she may have begged her father to get one but at this point, she knew there was no reason to try. If she wasn't allowed to have a cat she wasn't going to be allowed to have a magical creature either.

Just as Elzabeth took a step back to try and pull her mind away from any more thoughts about pets, she stumbled into another person.

"I'm so sorry!" Elzabeth turned around with a red face, hoping she didn't ruin anyone's new shoes otherwise she may never recover from this.

Jo was at Diagon buying things she ran out of...

1. School supplies To get DO NOT FORGET THIS LIST

• Ink

• Quills

• Parchment

went the list with more ingredient for her favourite class... Potions. Potions was a big Passion to Jo that she kept to herself. She never told anyone about it, she didn't very much want to appeal to the classic stereotype of Slytherin just yet. She as a muggle-born after all.

Entering "Weasley's Wizard wheezes" felt like a fresh breath to her. Like opening a window for a breeze to enter the flat on a hot summer Saturday. Everything seemed to be filled with colours, they had almost everything. Almost everything seemed to be something that could lead you into trouble. But that was not why Jo was here. She was here to look at the potions, she never really got to enter the shop before, she rushed through everything the first time she entered. Frantically searching for a Rememberall that was on the school supply list. Everything seemed too bright here, in Hogwarts, everything seemed to be muted, well everything Jo saw.

There was a lot of chatter and she made eye contact more then she would have liked. Jo didn't very much enjoy crowds, but the shop was just filled with myriads of things, potions, pastries, frisbees and even more then she could see. The crowd was big and it was not uncommon to brush against someone. She felt herself stumble into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" said a voice.

As Jo turned to see who stumbled into her she saw a red face and long Blond hair.

"I'm so so sorry! Are you okay?" Jo asked the girl, trying to make sure that Jo's tall posture wouldn't have hurt her.

Jo was very self-conscious of her height and the way she looked, she was never satisfied with it. But the feeling of self-conscious will be suppressed until she makes sure the girl is ok.

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Elzabeth hoped she hadn't turned that shade of deep tomato her parents would tease her about as she looked at the rather tall girl standing in front of her. Elzabeth was small for her age and used to be teased for it at her old school but as summer rolled around and Elzabeth turned thirteen she hit a nice growth spurt that added a few inches to her height, even then it seemed some girls would always be a few inches taller.

"I'm fine? Are you okay?" Elzabeth hoped she hadn't stepped on the girl's feet, how embarrassing that would be.

A few people brushed past them and Elzabeth shifted to the side to move out of their way in an attempt to not have another repeat of earlier. Their eyes were focused on the shop around them instead of on the two girls that had just clashed together.

"My name's Elzabeth, by the way. I assume you go to Hogwarts?" Elzabeth wasn't quite sure how old the girl in front of her was but she assumed they were close in age. Most of the people here today were school shopping, Elzabeth included, so she assumed this girl would be no exception.