Even if it's a sunny day with sunlight peeking through the white clouds or a rainy day with smokey, grey-coloured, clouds covering the blue sky or a cold day with pure, white, snow falling down the sky, it's never too late to enjoy a icy treat of Diagon Alley brought by Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

On this particular day, many future wizards and witches get their acceptance letter from magical schools. For Elara, it was no different. Her letter arrived by a owl outside in the backyard of the Cinderwood neighbourhood. She was excited of finally getting to go to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, not that she'd show it or admit it of course.

So she and her father, Mr. Hawthorne, went out to Diagon Alley to buy supplies. Elara had heard of the Alley from her father and sibling very much but never knew where it was until her father took her there. She memorised the pattern on the spot, committing it to memory for later use.

There where other wizards and witches much like her buying all sorts of stuff from the alley's shops. Some were buying wands from Ollivanders, some were buying clothes and robes and hats from Madam Malkin, some buying textbooks and books and bus passes and shopping lists from Flourish and Blotts, some buying Rememberalls from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes while others bought potion-making supplies from Potage's Cauldron Shop.

Before going to Diagon Alley, Clara had asked both Mr. Hawthorne and Elara to buy her a Brownie Alamode from Fortescue's parlour of ice cream for this years' good grades. Mr. Hawthorne forgot to bring extra money. Not wanting to let Clara's hopes down, he just encouraged Elara to buy it with her own money, both for herself and for her sister. Like she'd have even any Knutts.

By the time she got to the parlour, there was a line. She wouldn't mind, she could look at the menu and decide what to get. But all she had were just three Sickles and two handfuls of Knuts in her purse.

"Great...Only enough to buy one Popsicle"