With a woosh, Aurelia had been apparated on a deserted alley beside The Kong’s cross station, a sea of people bustled from all directions. Her mother, before transporting her, had mentioned that she would be picking her up only in two hours and if she needed something urgently, to simply call her. The woman had put a couple of galleons on her palm before disappearing once again.

Aurelia knew the way to daigonalley. She squeezed through the crowd and pushed the old wooden door of the leaky cauldron. She knocked the passcode on the brick wall at the back of the shop with the knuckle of her index finger and it tumbled open revealing row of shop houses. Two hours was a long time, but the girl knew how to keep herself occupied. She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a piece of folded parchment. She unfolded it and smoothed it out. It contained a list of items she needed to purchase.

First stop was flourish and Blotts. It was about a month away before the summer break case to an end and the start of her second year in Hogwarts began. She needed to get new textbooks. Finally after wandering down the alley, she found the bookstore. The door creaked as it was pushed open. Aurelia ran her fingers lightly across the spines of the neatly stacked paperbacks as she searched for the textbook. The books were sorted in alphabetical order accordingly to the authors name.

A loud this sounded behind her, frightening her slightly. She turned to see a girl struggling with the books in her arms. It was obvious that she was a first year telling from how she wasn’t aware about the cauldron pots at the corner to help her with the books.

The books in her arms proved to be too much for her to manage as another book slippe D from her hands. Aurelia’s lips thinner as she strutted up to the girl and gently tapped her on the shoulder.

“Cauldron Pots are there.” she pointed to the area beside the counter.

Rylet had been wandering the curiosity of a shopping center that was Diagon Alley for a while now. Wandering from shop too shop in utter aww and interest. Ever since she had gotten her acceptance letter too Hogwarts she had been both dreading and dreaming of the time when she would get her first taste of this new world. Her new reality. She giggled still, thinking about how she went from unremarkable too special beyond belief! She was a witch, young and untried yes, but a witch all the same! There was nothing in this world that would dissuade her from reaching her full potential, this was an incredible opportunity not to be wasted nor taken for granted.

Currently Rylet's mothers was off at Gringotts figuring out her money situation. The look on her mothers face upon seeing the goblins had been priceless! Not that Rylet's had not been similar, they were the first magical creatures either of the pair had ever layed eyes on after all. But she soon became bored and her mother suggested she go find the items on her list. It was a petrifying though, going out into Diagon Alley all alone to find her very unusual school supplies. Petrifying, and eventually necessary as her mother gave her 'the look' that told Rylet she was being silly. She was about to embark on a adventure all by herself in a magical school surrounded by new, exciting, and terrifying things. The least she could do was too go explore a small part of her new reality in Diagon Alley, where she was, assumed, too be safe.

Having looked over her list after venturing out on her own, she had nervously tried to decide where to start. However she kept getting delightfully side tracked by the outlandish clothing and unusual interactions of the people around her. The blase way people handle extraordinary pets and potion supplies. Not to mention the incredible display outside of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She definitely spend a good thirty minutes just standing there... staring... like a weirdo. Though she was a cool weirdo obviously, the coolest of the cool. All she wanted too do was explore! Yet her nerves would do little in the way of letting her move about freely.

After a little while Rylet decide to start where she would hopefully feel most comfortable. The book store. Flourish and Blotts was a lovely establishment stacked too high heavens with books both old and new. The smell of musty parchment and old ink intoxicating to the young and well practiced introvert. With a little help from the store cleric and a few nice motherly types Rylet was able to amass her school books and purchase them with the few galleons, sickles, and knuts her mother had sent her off with. But then came the most daunting of tasks! Carrying the imposing stack of reading material back too her mother without tripping, dropping, colliding, or otherwise cause a ruckus.

It was safe too say, Rylet was not the most... coordinately inclined individual out there, and her fear of accidentally face planting in a stack of books for no reason other than the imaginary crease in the rug that may or may not be present on the floor, was a real one. With trepidation, tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration, Rylet made the brave effort to wobble her way across the stores front entrance towards the door. It was admirable truly, any who looked upon her should tremble in aww. As if. She almost laughed at her own idiotic inner ramblings but knew from experience that weird looks were often exchanged when one laughed without outside stimuli.

She would have made it too, or so she would try and convince herself later, if not for the helpful, if not scary looking witch whom has come up too her and tapped her shoulder. So engrossed in her task Rylet was none the wiser of the approach until it was already upon her, human contact of all things taking place for heaven sake. With a squeak she went over like a ton of bricks, if bricks flailed and muttered odd things such as 'Crickets!' 'Great belimity!' and other incoherence with no meaning but too the girl who uttered the; and in all honestly, sometimes not even too her. They just kinda came out, you know?

One word stuck in Rylet's mind through the whole debacle, cauldrons, something about cauldrons... So that is how Rylet ended up sitting on the ground, books scattered around, and a few uncomfortably under her. Her big blue eyes wide and doe like as they stared up up up at the blond witch, her neck craning just a tad because of her current habitation of the floor. Clearing her throat awkwardly Rylet removed a book from underneath her as if this kind of thing happened every day, as it kind of did.

"Hi... cauldron?" She asked, her sentence without the proper structure one would expect from a human being, yet hitting on all of the point Rylet felt were relevant in the instance. Politely saying hello, and questioning the odd recommendation of buying a cauldron when she was obviously already carrying enough too sink a small boat, why add a heavy cumbersome metal thing-a-magiger to the already fatal mix!

Orange = Arabic
Red = English

Despite growing up in a family rich in magic (and money), little things still amazed the young Egyptian. Diagon Alley, with its opening walls and busy streets and full shops were some of those things. He'd rarely gotten the chance before to simply linger among a large crowd as he did now, looking into shops and mingling among other people at random. 


The boy stopped in the middle of making faces at a group of owls in the shop in order to roll his eyes. Straightening his back, he turned to face the older woman bustling towards him, dragging along two children, one younger and one older than him, both girls, and both trying to look as dignified as they could while being dragged.

"I'm not, Aunt Masika. I was just-" The woman abruptly cut him off with a raised finger before shoving a bag of coins into his hands and grabbing his arm as he did his best to ignore the way the older of the two girls raised her nose and sneered at him, clearly mimicking the older woman. "Go get your books. I need to take your cousins home. Safiya is feeling sick. Hurry and stay out of trouble, and don't mix with the mudbloods!"

Dragging him along with a bruising grip, she practically shoved him through the door of the book store, giving him a stern look. The boy only hoped none of the store patrons could speak Arabic, feeling a twist of discomfort that always met his families closed-minded ways. Breathing between his teeth, Ahkar muttered another "Yes Aunt Masika," but the woman had already flicked her dark, long hair over her shoulder and headed off. He barely had time to stick his tongue out at the younger of the two cousins before the trio had rounded a corner and vanished, leaving the boy to his own devices.

At least he had some time to himself now. Most of his supplies were bought and sent back, with only the books and a few other things remaining. The list was removed from his pocket, and he began to look around, glancing from list to shelf and grabbing what he needed as he went. It was only halfway through this when Ra himself seemed to decide Ahkar's luck had lasted too long, and disaster struck. He was just about to pass someone when they seemed to flip out and hit the ground, nearly knocking him down alongside.

"Ya lahwy..." he breathed sharply, taking a step back. A few of his books slipped in his grip, but he managed to hang onto them barely, now staring at the two before him with a mixture of surprise, confusion and awkwardness that simply looked like a minor frown. After a moment his brain caught up, and he dropped his books in a pile before reaching down to help with gathering the girls books, handing them to her. "You are okay?"

Hi, cauldron?

By the way she spoke, Aurelia knew that she was a muggleborn. Someone clueless about the pots, and about the wizarding world.

Aurelia exhaled lightly, September was coming and that meant a new wave of first years. She was no longer a freshman anymore but there would still be clueless, naive students like her who would need her advice.

“Cauldron pots, aka, baskets to help you with those books. They are usually found around the counter.” Her words were spoken patiently, explaining carefully so she wouldn’t have to repeat herself.

Then another one, came around with a pile of books in his arms. Aurelia shook her head. So far, the first years this year seemed to have a lot to learn about the wizarding world.

“You could use a pot too,” she told the tan skinned boy. The boy went over to help the girl with her books. Such a gentleman. An almost unnoticeable smirk played across Aurelia’s lips.

The girl looked down at her watch. She didn’t realized that she had been spending that much time in the bookstore. She still had a few more visits to the other shops. She turned around and walked to the counter where she paid for the books before scurrying out from the door.

It was only now, as a boy asked her if she was ok while juggling a few falling books of his own, that she realized she must have knocked into not only the floor but him as well. Oops! Well this day was going swimmingly, dandy, bloody fantastic. There were plenty of other sarcastic happy go lucky words and phrases she could rant off internally at the moment, but doing so would only postpone the inevitable. She had to converse and apologize too two people now!

"Oh uh ya i'm ok, are you? I'm so sorry for knocking into you, there was shoulder tapping and words and I wasn't expecting it and I tripped and fell and i'm so sorry!" Rylet apologized in a rather fast paced and hopefully coherent string of words. As she scrambled too gather her fallen books too her she looked up and met the eyes of the other girl once more. She was speaking again, and Rylet had too push through her own furious transcript of thought too register what she was saying. It was more about cauldrons again, and as such Rylet almost lost interest. A nasty little habit she had picked up in boring classes, social functions, and when her dad made words with his mouth at her.

However, Rylet restrained herself and was for once, rewarded. The cauldrons the girl kept talking about were like baskets! One could carry the books they had bought in them too avoid such circumstances of chaotic mishandling as she had found herself in. Regarding said books with a frown she pushed them too the side of the walkway and hopefully out of the way, banging her knees as she attempted to gain her feet, but instead falling forwards. Her hands smacking the smooth wood flooring as she returned too earth, she attempted again. By some wobbly miracle, she managed too stand on her own two feet.

Making her way too the area the girl had quickly indicated the cauldrons would be, Rylet turned back too the boy with a smile of achievement, a smile which quickly fell from her face upon her eyes taking in the most day-ruining sight of all. There. Was. Only. One. Left... Well crickets! Her eyes bounced from boy too cauldron, singular, like a ping pong ball caught between two competitive players. She should be the bigger person and let the boy have it. She really really should, like honestly, she definitely should. Even with these thoughts her fingers twitched as if too reach out and take it, but she held them back. She hadrun into him. Twitch. Nobody liked selfishness. Twitch. She should sooo be the bigger person. Twitch. Stealing the last couldron would be just mean. Twitch.

She felt like Manny the last Mammoth in Ice Age, deciding whether too steal The Last Melon as it was so dramatically put. But in this case it was The Last cauldron. So only one question remained, was she Manny, or a dodo bird?

And like a fresh breeze in the desert, she was gone before he could even cool down.

He'd barely understood half of what she'd said, something about a cauldron? Oh, right, that was those weird pot things with the handles. He'd learned the word earlier when buying one for school in the previous shops, and after a bit of glancing around he could place the object she spoke of. That would probably be a bit easier than trying to carry his books around, though it seemed a bit silly to use an item for potions as a basket.

He only answered with a small sound in his throat, almost a hum. The girl was gone too quick to properly thank, and now he was stuck here with his books and this other girl, who was already off to find one of the aforementioned cauldrons after a very clumsy apology and effort to stand. One of which he could nothing for, and the other he was a little too slow on the drop to assist with. Besides, he wasn't too keen on laying a hand on a girl, the action too culturally taboo to even think of. Well, unless they got into a fight or something, but then she was no longer a girl in his opinion.

He moved to follow, only to stop again when she did. It wasn't more than a moment before he understood why she looked so caught in a dilemma, and he couldn't help a visible roll of his eyes before placing his books aside, attempting to take hers with a slight roughness, dump them in the cauldron, and shove the object in her arms again with a neutral expression before gathering his own again and promptly doing something rather bizarre.

Balancing half of them on his head with an uncanny precision and skill.

There. Problem solved.

With unblinking eyes Rylet watched as the young boy with distinctly Asian and or Arab traits looked at her with irritation. He grabbed her books, stuffed them in the only cauldron, stuffed that into her hands, then stacked all of his book on his head. She blink then, and only then, catching her balance from his rough handling. Looking from his emotionless expression to his books and back. Now that was some crazy magic, seriously, how did he not get himself killed. She would definitely get herself killed if she tried that, or somebody else, or at least knock someone out. Definitely at least knock somebody out. She was so shocked at this point and beyond embarrassed that her growing blush didn't even register. Her lips quirking and then un-quirking at the hilarity of the situation/. To her at least. Normal people usually didn't get it, or normal witches and wizards thee days. Honestly she was just confusing herself at this point.

"I have no worldly idea what to do in this situation," Rylet intoned candidly, still staring. She paused again, opening than closing her mouth, her eyebrows drawing together. Maybe she should have just walked away. She would normally just walk away. But maybe she should say thank you, than probably fall, than walk away. Or run, but hopefully walk, all regal and awesome like. Because she would totally do that with poise.

Yet she was still standing there, doing absolutely nothing. She really needed too work on this whole human conversation interaction thing.

Even Ahkar could tell his abrupt manner had made her uncomfortable, and he almost tilted his head before stopping, the books on his head wobbling. No magic was present to keep them aligned, simply a practiced sense of balance at work, if the wobble indicated anything. It certainly looked magical though, as his gaze was fixed on her as if this was a natural thing to manage.

Then she said something, and no longer was she left to be the only confused one. He maybe understood two words of what she'd said, and everything else had turned to mud in his ears. His expression turned phenomenally blank, as if he was hearing static in his head. He opened and shut his mouth a few times, and then made a small grunt in his throat, his jaw clenching. No... something.. idea... No idea. No ideas? For doing... what was a stitch...ation? Word-ly?

Ahkar looked completely confounded and, after a very long and very awkward silence, spoke.

"Um... y...yes?"

Another stretch of silence, and he started to look frustrated as he struggled with how to respond before finally giving up. Instead he opted to try and grab her shoulders to spin her around and begin lightly pushing her towards the counter, still managing to balance the books on his head with a little bit of wobbling and leaning to the side, his thick accent as he spoke making it very clear he didn't understand enough English to translate whatever thing she'd said.

"Ya lahwy... Um... you go buy now, yes?"

Ahhhh so he didn't speak English, or well, very good English that was. He was able to communicate a few things, such as asking if she was alright, and that she buy her books now. But otherwise he seemed unable too understand more complex sentences such as she had uttered a few moments before. She was still rather startled when he put his hands on her and pushed her towards the check out desk. Wow, demanding. Not that she minded, he was probably just trying too help. Though he seemed rather peeved to have to be near her, was he not fond of being near people? Maybe he didn't like not being able to communicate.

As she made her way towards the desk too buy her books with the few Gallions her mother had given her she ponder what language he did speak. She had heard him say 'ya lahwy' at least twice so far, yet she had absolutely no inking as to what language the phrase belonged too. She did however pick up it had too do with irritation. Much like, she assumed, she would say 'oh god' or 'good gosh'. The way he used it when she ran into him, and when he could not seem to understand what she had said, adding accreditation too her hypothesis.

Reaching the desk she slid both the books and all her Gallions onto it, her eyes flitting back and forth between the boy and the cleric. "My names is Rylet by the way." She said, hopping he could understand the last part of it. He seemed rather interesting. She had already embarrassed herself rather spectacularly around him, so she might as well give him her name as he did not yet seem inclined to leave. She was not sure she wanted him too either, it was nice too not be wandering Diagon Alley alone. She did not feel unsafe, but it did make her more comfortable not being alone, and not with her mother. Not that she did not love her mum, but she could sometimes be a nuance, making Rylet speak too people when she was not inclined too.