A mysterious girl walked into the Leaky Cauldron muttering to herself, "The Leaky Cauldron, what a queer name. I hope their cauldrons aren't leaky." She walked up to the bar and asked for one small butterbeer than retired to a table and opened her diary to an open page and wrote:

September 21st
Sorted into Gryffindor, my family thought I would be in Ravenclaw so I hope they won't be upset. I wish I had a friend to talk to even a Slytherin would make an interesting companion. So happy to fnd Marian though. I miss my family terribly. Hope I find another one at Hogwarts.

She took another gulp of butterbeer and sighed. Each sip washed away bad memories and hardships. She hoped someone would talk to her soon. She wished she could get more but she was saving up for other things such as more books, a set of gobstones, and adung bomb. She sipped her final sip of refreshing butterbeer and looked up. She sighed and went over to the window. Looking outside always made her feel better. Rain started falling in drops, then buckets, soon it was raining like cats and dogs! She was still alone and friendless.

A young girl, a red head, walked into the leaky cauldron, dressed in black pants, a white button up, and her grey and silver tie. She had also worn a light jacket, with her hood up, as she made her way to the back corner, where it seemed dark. She sat down at the nearest table to the corner, and fished out a few books from a small bag she was carrying on her back. It was too small to be textbooks, so it would seem to be small novels, about three. She opened up one, trailing her fingers over the first page, before starting her read, until she felt a tad bit thirsty.

She stood up from her table, hesitantly leaving her stuff behind, as she went up to the counter, ordering a Butterbeer. It had only taken about thirty seconds, as the bartender used magic to make it quickly, as they focused on making the food for someone else. She took it, leaving the payment behind, as she made her way, swiftly, back to her table. The way she was acting seemed a bit anxious, and all over the place, as her eyes seemed to dart to every face within the pub-like area. she sank down into her seat, pulling her hood up, again, trying to hide her face, as she continued her book, titled "Life Beyond Magic."

Her eyes stayed focused on the leather back book, as she drank the butterbeer she had ordered, taking it in with small sips rather than huge gulps like most her age did. Her index finger on her right hand followed along the page as she read, hunched over the table a bit, with one arm resting up on the table, propping her head up with it. She lost attention to her surroundings within seconds, as she read one of her favorite books.