Nora hadn't said much of anything since arriving in Diagon Alley. She didn't know what she expected to see and do here, but whatever it was, she wasn't ready for it. None of these people or places looked anything like what she was used to. Apparently, they were ALL witches and wizards...well, most of them. That was still the weirdest thing Nora had ever tried to wrap her head around.

She was walking toward a bank, which apparently held some kind of magical money? She didn't want magical money. She wanted to go home and go back to the life she'd been quietly living for the last eleven years. But noooooooo. That stupid owl had come along and ruined everything. At least there was a playground. That was something she was used to, even if she had outgrown most of the equipment.

She sighed and kind of paused in her walk. Deep down inside, she knew she was being stubborn. This whole magical world didn't seem so bad. It was just...weird. She had literally grown up believing everything she was about to get herself into only existed only in fairy tales. She still had no idea how her parents had been talked into this. It would all work out, right? She'd learn magic and meet friends and not miss her old life much at all...right?