Through the exits of Gracechurch street, navigating alleyway by alleyway better than any cabbie could, Charity found her pass to Diagon Alley. Previously, she felt as if she had been waiting outside her friends’ flat for hours, no answer from him since they agreed to meet. The day was young and she could always happen back to the muggle residence if she thought he may appear. So by chance and by choice, she wandered back into another familiar realm with strange sounds, smells, and sights. Just off the corner into the next street, where she never really chose to go, a slightly familiar image appeared. “Looking for some cats over there? I hear they can be a little less friendly.”