Our Crazy Messed Up Lives

Diagon Alley

Sunbeam

I had no idea what to do. The letter was obviously important, and it was obviously for me, but I had no idea what to do now. So I just told the squirts that we were moving to a new hideout.

"Why are we leaving so suddenly Sun?" Will asked me. He is about 9 years old, and the only one old enough to truly understand anything I ever say.

"Like I said, a new hideout,” I told him. “Grab that piece of bread.”

And that was when the man in a red bathrobe materialized right in front of me, and made me scream so shrilly that the birds across the street took flight in fear for their lives.

Rebekah

I had to run away. My parents wouldn't let me go, even if I did show them the letter. They would of thought it was just another of my crazy ideas to prove that I wasn't insane. Which I have tried to do something similar to this, but I winded up in solitary confinement until my parents could come get me.

I was glad I lived in London, so I didn't have to go far to reach the Leaky Cauldron. That was the place that the letter said had an entrance to Diagon Alley. Apparently that was a place where I could get all my school supplies. I took my cat Isaac, a bag of blueberry muffins left over from breakfast, 3.98 dollars in change, an umbrella, and my rollerblades. I skated down a couple of streets until I saw the sign. "Leaky Cauldron".

 HAHA!  I have found it!

Are you sure about this?

Nope. But I’m impulsive like that.

Jack

We used Floo Powder to go to Diagon Alley. Nothing else to really say.

Onceler

I took Melvin and rode to London, and it seemed like he was just as happy as I was to get away from Miranda. It only took us about two hours to reach the Leaky Cauldron. I was about to go in when a girl on rollerblades crashed into us, and knocked me off on to the ground. She fell on her behind, with a little oof.

"Oh, my god!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said I stood up and helped the girl up.

My breath caught in my throat when I looked at her face. She was absolutely beautiful, with cinnamon colored curls and kaleidoscope eyes. Standing at about three and a half feet tall, and adorably chubby, my voice wouldn't work. "I- um, I- do you- hey?"

"Are you okay?" she asked, her forehead creasing into a worried frown.

"Yes."

You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but I’m more fine than I have ever been in my entire life.