They’d gone through a pub called the Leaky Cauldron; a proper name for a pub if Rorie had ever hear of one, but now they were faced with a brick wall whilst her aunt contemplated the supply list she’d taken from Rorie’s hands. The sound of a second hand telescope didn’t make Rorie blink but the word ‘sickle’ did, and she cast Aunt Dido a perplexed look. But before she could ask what a sickle was (it sounded unpleasant), her guardian for the day took out her wand and tapped aimlessly at the bricks.

Apparently it wasn’t so aimlessly, because whatever rhythm she’d tapped on the stone in front of them was the key to getting the wall to reveal what it had been hiding. Having not witnessed such a magical display in ages (if ever), Rorie’s mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide as there was suddenly a street before them that was teeming with people young and old. Compared to the plain brick wall that was in front of Rorie before, this sight was rather an assault on her senses, and she took a step back just as Aunt Dido sought to reassure her. “Open arms?” She parroted skeptically as she peered around her aunt’s person. “Aunt Dido, my introduction was in the form of a tree falling on me…” The list in her hand had been crinkled now, as Rorie clutched it as if her life depended upon it.