"Bugaboo, I am driving myself completely mad!" This was no sport for Ezra, he felt like he was running around in a maze. At least he had met a happy little girl who seemed on helping him though the wall, which seemed like the hardest obstacle of all. England was too complicated!

White fruit bat perched on Ezzi's shoulder, lightly fluttering his wings to keep balance as Ezzi stomped through the crouds of muggles, feeling incompetent of this kind of gathering. And to top it off, he had no clue who to talk to. He hadn't made to many friends in Diagon Alley. This was a mess of a day. Ezra moved out to the south end of the station, pulling his luggage behind him.