''Are you sure you want to go all by yourself?'' questioned her uncle for the umpteenth time.

Bridget rolled her eyes. ''Yes sir, I am completely capable of going by myself.''

The man sighed. ''If you say so. Don't say I didn't warn you.''

She grinned. ''I may have not been to Diagon Alley before, but i'm qualified to do things on my own. Besides i'm fifteen, and that's a rather mature age in my book.''

He smirked. ''You'll never be mature to me. Have fun!''

Kissing her uncle goodbye, Bridget walked over to her new house's fireplace with a handful of floo powder. She stood in the precise centre, and shouted the magic words.

''Diagon Alley!''

The next thing she knew was that she was coughing hard in a store filled with robes of different shapes and sizes. The room was quite large and had lots of room and space used wisely. There wasn't many people in it; in fact there was only a lady there, and she was making her ways towards Bridget. 

''Oh my dear!'' she fussed. ''Are you okay?''

Her dark hair was curled into different directions, and the very few wrinkles on her face displayed the fact that she was middle aged.

''Yeah, im fine,'' Bridget said confusedly, staring at her jumper.

It's once white colour was covered in ash, turning it into a dark grey colour. She sighed. Wearing white would just give you bad luck. 

The woman watching her gave out a hand to help, Bridget gladly accepting as she was hoisted up.

''Thank you so much,'' she said politely. 

''Madam Malkin is my name, and this is my robe store for all occasions. This is quite rare actually, no one ever ends up here by floo powder. Majority end up in Florish and Botts, how curious!'' she exclaimed.

''Oh, I never knew that! Actually, this is my very first time in Diagon Alley.''

The shock on Madam Malkins face was hard to hide. ''Are you from this area?''

''Actually no, i'm originally from Bulgaria.''

''Ah,'' she mused. ''If I may ask, are you here on holiday or staying permanently?''

''The latter. I'll be starting Hogwarts this September.''

''Why, my dearie! This is the most unusual thing that has occured in quite a while. You see, there aren't many transfers to Hogwarts. In fact, I can't even remember when the last transfer came!''

Bridget frowned. ''Yes, that is quite unusual.''

She certainly didn't want to be in the centre of attention, and greatly hoped that wouldn't be the case in school.''

''Do you need any robes for school? Or has someone gotten you them?''

''Actually, no I haven't! Would you mind helping me?''

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Within the next hour, all of Bridget's uniform pieces were neatly folded into the bag she had slinged around her shoulder. She would have complained by the amount of clothing that was lagging her behind, but in Durmstrang, it was a whole lot worse. 

She knew she couldn't complain about it. 

It turns out that ''Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions'' was only deserted for the first ten minutes she had been there. It was only a coincidence that she turned up right on the opening time. 

In fact, it was rather crowded afterwards. All of Diagon Alley was.

Getting all of her books had taken her around two hours, which was a lot of time to her. All she had left now was to buy a pet animal.

In Durmstrang, no one brought pets there. In fact, majority despised of them. They found no use for them, other than owls. They were already supplied there, so there was no need to buy any. 

The thought of getting to actually keep your very own animal to yourself here in England was rather exciting for Bridget. She had always wanted one since a young age. However, Hogwarts was only accepting cats, toads and owls. 

She wasn't very fond of cats, and she found no use for toads. So, she stuck with the latter. Besides, she already had experience with owls, so it would be perfectly fine. 

Making her way to Eeylops Owl Emporium, the first thing she came to hear was the large amount of hooting. Carefully making her way near the back was rather hard; little kids were running around everywhere, and it was quite easy to trip over a large bird cage. 

She was doing pretty well for the first minute, and not trodding into anything, until she clashed into someone and fell onto the hard floor.

''Do you mind?'' she muttered sarcastically, as she slowly stood up.

She came face-to-face with a boy with a large smile plastered onto his face. His dark hair was ruffled up, and sticking up straight everywhere. His glasses looked as if they had been broken several times with the angle it was sitting on his stubby nose, and his mischievous hazel eyes screamed danger.

Bothering not to waste her time with this nuisance, she walked away and began to stare at the number of owls in front of her.

Small tiptoes were heard behind her, and she had the feeling that she was being stalked. She stopped to a halt and turned around.

''Have you been following me?'' she asked, annoyed.

''James Potter,'' the same boy said, ignoring her. He forced out Bridgets hand and began shaking it repetitively.

''Thats nice,'' she replied. ''I don't care. Have a good day!''

She began walking away quickly, like her life depended on it.

''Wait!'' shouted the boy chasing her. 'You haven't told me your name!''

''Thats because I don't want to,'' she said, gritting her teeth. 

She stopped once again, not because of the boy, but because of an owl that had caught her eye. 

It was a beautiful red one, that had bits of white here and there. It had a light green filling its wide eyes, and its thin nose looked quite cute.

She grabbed onto the golden cage it was occupying, and went to the cashier. This owl was perfect to her.

''That's an interesting owl you're getting,'' said James thoughtfully behind her. Bridget rolled her eyes, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to see them. She hoped she could escape him once she left. 

While taking out a couple of galleons and handing them to the man working there, James poked her shoulder.

She groaned.

''That's an Eastern screech owl,'' he said, ignoring her groans once again. ''They're mainly in North America, Mexico and Canada. In fact, it's really rare to have one here in London.''

After receiving her change and grabbing onto the cage once more, she raised her eyebrows.

''Well that's surprising,'' she mused. ''Who knew that an idiot could actually think and know something. I guess you learn something new every day.''

''Hey!'' the boy protested. ''Why are you so mean to me?''

Seeing the glare on her face, he began to continue without even the slightest amount of hesitation.

''I accidentally banged into you, and I didn't mean it! I just want to have a conversation with you, and you're ignoring me. Sorry if you're butthurt, but there's a thing called being nice!''

Bridget sighed.

''I'm sorry,'' she replied.

The boy gave her a smug smile. ''Lets start over, shall we? My name is James Potter.'' He extended out a hand for her to reach, in which she accepted.

''Bridget Nolan.''

''That's an interesting name. Are you muggle-born?''

''No, i'm actually pure-blooded.''

''Really? I've never heard that name before in this area.''

That's because I changed it, she thought to herself. 

''I'm not exactly from this area,'' she finally chose to respond.

Well, she originally was, but she moved away at a young age.

That counted, didn't it?

''Oh!'' he said. ''You on vacation?''

''Nope,'' she said, as she walked over to a shop that had caught her eye.

''Staying here permanently?'' he asked, as he grabbed out a wallet filled with coins, trailing behind her.

''Maybe, maybe not.''

They had stopped by a place that was filled with ice cream. Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour looked very promising. 

After purchasing a sickly red-coloured ice cream with pecans on top, James looked at her in disgust. He had a butterbeer flavoured cone ice cream in his hands, and he looked as if he had lost his appetite.

''What in the merlin's name is that?'' he said after a while, dumbfounded.

''Dragons blood,'' she said, as she began to lick it.

''You mean..that's actually Dragon blood? Please tell me its fake.''

''Then that would be lying, Mr. Potter,'' she exclaimed dramatically whilst smirking.

He had a ghost of a smile on his face.

''Despite the fact that your ice-cream sounds bloody disgusting, it also sounds rather wickedly cool at the same time!''

She didn't looked amused. ''Is that a compliment, pun queen?''

''Hey! I'm a king! But yes, it was.''

She grinned.

''Maybe I can tolerate you after all.''