I ducked my way through the busy streets of London, trying not to crash into anyone. The small slip of paper inside of the envelope informed me of a place called "The Leaky Cauldron", which was apparently located between two shops called "Antique Books" and "Wyssey's Records". Given the strangeness of the whole thing, I half expected an actual cauldron which you jumped in to find your way to "Hogwarts".

I was sorely disappointed when I finally found the place. It was a small, shifty looking pub. If my mother was here, she would have dragged me to the other side of the street, all the time while cautioning me about drunkards. But she wouldn't be able to see it, judging by the numerous people walking past and not noticing it at all. It was quite creepy, really. So what would happen if I walked in? What would the passers by see? Someone walking towards an empty space and just vanishing? No, if that was the case, everyone would know about this Hogwarts. It must have been spelled. Interesting. I would like to learn the spell one day.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside. The Leaky Cauldron looked slightly better on the inside than on the outside. It had a cozy atmosphere like a cafe, and a few people sat on stools opposite the bar, chatting and drinking. I would order a drink too, but this magic world most likely had a drinking age. What a shame. I glanced at the paper again. "On entering the Leaky Cauldron, ask one of the occupants to let you into Diagon Alley." I scanned the room, looking for a friendly looking person who wasn't in a conversation. My eyes landed on a timid looking man with a turban on, sitting at the table in the corner. He didn't look paritcularly amiable, but at least he didn't look the type to engange in unecessary small talk.

The bartender hardly seemed to notice me as I crossed the room, intent on polishing a glass with a cloth.
"Excuse me,"I said, immediately feeling guilty as the man started, almos tfalling out of his chair in fright. Maybe I should have asked someone else. The poor man seemed to be scared of his own shadow. Made you wonder why he was in a pub of all places. Eh, none of my business. Well, since I'd already startled hhim, I might as well ask anyway. I stepped backwards to make sure I wasn't looming over him.

"Sorry to bother you, but this letter here-(I brandished the envelope) has told me a person in the pub could show me the way to Diagon Alley?"
The man seemed to collect himself, expect for the occasional twitch of his left eye.
"I-I-It would by my p-p-pleasure t-t-to do so, M-M-Miss?" he stammered.
"Rainbow, Rainbow Evergreen." I stated. I would have shook his hand, but I feared my newly acquired companion would faint. Best to stick with speaking.
"W-W-What an i-i-interesting n-n-name," he replied, looking as if he was more terrified than interested. "F-F-Follow me."
The man was either ignorant of social cues, or just too nervous to introduce himself. I follwed him through through the back door into a rather uninteresting yard. I would've expected the entrance to be more...mahestic. And where was it anyway? Could this be a trick? Did he lead me here just to attack me? No, that was too irrational. My companion looked too timid for that. Then again, appearances could decieve. As I pondered, he reached into his "black robe?) and pulled out a long, twistd stick. Going with the whole wizard-and-witch thing, I assumed that this was a wand. Huh. The man seemed to count along the bricks(three up, two across) and then tapped a particular brick three times with his wand. Interesting. So I guess those tales about three being a magical number were true. The brick that he touched began to move, then poppd out of existence entirely. More of the wall had begun to disappear, until a large archway looked upon a crowded, cobbled street.