Bronwen knew immediately that she had taken the wrong port key when she was surrounded by tall buildings in a long alleyway. Witches and Wizards surrounded her, going through their daily routines as normal. Small buildings representing shops containing magical items of all kinds were situated along the alleyway, Bronwen held tight to her suitcase and began the walk down the alleyway.

She passed numerous stores selling magical goods of all kinds, intrigued by the difference between the English magical community and that of the American one. Still the Wizardry world was cautious of the No-Maj's finding out about the wizardry community, taking every precaution to ensure secrecy. However, whilst England still has a certain amount of precaution, the line of the no-Maj and wizard community is slightly blurred.

"Excuse me-" she tried to attract the attention of a witch walking by, however the witch huffed and continued walking down the alleyway. Slighted, Bronwen continued down the alleyway irked by the manners of the witches and wizards who disregarded her existence. As she came to a split in the road where the 'Gringotts Bank' stood in the centre, Bronwen began to become worried about her way to the Sanctuary. With the reaction of the previous witch, Bronwen was discouraged from asking for further help in the alleyway, deciding instead to go into one of the many stores.

Bronwen found herself intrigued by a store with 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' written on the storefront, accompanied by a large red haired man made from plastic, taking off his hat repeatedly. 'What a weird magical store' Bronwen thought to herself as she entered the store, realising that the contents were entirely joke or prank products. Sifting through the noisy room due to the large crowd she tried to find the owner or a worker of the store, her eyes landing on a red head man who looked like the decoration on the storefront.

Walking up to the man, Bronwen tapped his shoulder grabbing his attention from stocking the shelves with what looked to be vials of liquid luck. The man turned to face her with an expression of pure content and excitement.

"Hello, what can I help you with?" He had to shout to have his voice carry over the loud noise of his young customers.

"I - uh, I need directions!" Bronwen tried to yell back, but the noise in the room was too loud for him to hear her.

The man's face scrunched in confusion, then changed to understanding, "Follow me!" Bronwen hardly heard what he had said, however, the hand gesture motioning her towards the back of the shop was all that was needed to understand. Following the man to the back of the shop, she found that the noise around her become a soft buzz, the man motioned her to sit on one of two cushion chairs. "I thought it would be easier if we were in a quiet room. What was it you were asking?"

His smile was kind, easing the nerves growing within Bronwen. "I need – uh – directions to the Sanctuary for Fantastic Beasts and Magical Creatures. I took a portkey from New York and landed in the alleyway of where ever we are now."

"Diagon Alley"

"Sorry what?" Bronwen sat confused, taking in her surroundings

"The alleyway, it's called Diagon Alley." The man sat with an amused expression on his face.

"Oh." Bronwen smiled awkwardly, not knowing the local destinations making her seem like an oddball to the English population of wizards. "I meant to take the portkey to the train station and ended up in Diagon Alley."

"First time taking a portkey, I presume?" His amused smirk transforming to one of understanding.

"Indeed." Bronwen returned his smile.

"Well, I suppose the only thing to do is to get you to the Sanctuary safe and sound." A bright beam of a smile came upon his face. Turning his head to the stack of books on the side table, Bronwen noticed the mangled looking ear on the side of his head. She wondered how he could have acquired such an injury.

Finding a piece of parchment with ink lines covering the surface, he turned back towards Bronwen and handed her the old and worn material.

"I would offer to take you myself, but I'm the only one running this freak show today" He gestured to the buzz of the store filled with customers. "However, this is a map of Diagon Alley. It will lead you to the 'Hogs Head Inn' where you can use floo powder to get to the Sanctuary." Spotting her confused features, he gave a little chuckle. "Have you ever used floo powder?"

Bronwen shook her head in embarrassment. Her family, being no-Maj, had no reason to use floo powder. However, she had heard of many witches and wizards who had mispronounced a location, and ended up in the middle of the Samarian Desert where they were hunted by sand dragons. The thought of this caused worry to be etched into Bronwen's features, her hair standing on end from the nerves.

"It's pretty simple. You take a handful of powder, pronounce the place you want to end up at and drop the powder into the fireplace." Bronwen stood from the chair, clutching the parchment close to her chest.

"Thank you –" It was only when he was ushering her out of his office did Bronwen realise that they had not been introduced in the proper manner.

"George. George Weasley." His continuous smile made Bronwen smile back, her nerves slowly fading.

"I'm Bronwen Hale" They shook hands, his large hand strong and firm against her own small one. Bronwen left the prank shop with a little more confidence in her surroundings than when her feet had landed on the pavement hours before.

Bronwen found that the parchment map was easy to follow and found herself standing outside the 'Hog Head Inn' with the feeling of great achievement. The Inn was partially full when Bronwen entered, the smell of stale beer and sweat wafting into her nose.

The inn was filled with many witches and wizards, as Bronwen walked towards the bar she passed a man reading "a tale of two cities" whilst using wand-less magic to flip the pages.

The fireplace was easily found, with a small line of people awaiting to use the transport. Bronwen noticed a girl checking identification before allowing people to use the floo powder. As she neared the front of the line she noticed that she was a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Have you got any magical creature in your possession? Or any illegal magical item?" Once she was given the correct answer, she would allow them to pass through to use the floor powdered fireplace.

Bronwen stood up to the girl, and she realised that she was the same age as herself. "Have you got any magical creature in your possession?"

"No I do not."

"Have you got any illegal magical items in your possession?"

"No" Bronwen's nerves had begun to make her fidgety, "Are there many people who come through here trying to smuggle magical creatures?"

The girl smiled noticing her accent, "you're not from around here, are you?"

"No, I'm from New York. I'm trying to get to the Sanctuary." She smiled proudly.

"Oh, yes I thought I detected an American accent. This is one of the most common taverns for witch and wizard transactions, and unfortunately sometimes that includes Creatures. Oh, the Scamander Sanctuary?"

"Yeah, it's been quite a long morning. I'm already behind on my schedule."

"Oh well, I'm heading over there in a couple minutes when my watch is over, I'd be glad to take you."

"That is very kind, thank you." Bronwen gushed, she was already late and having an escort to take her straight there decreased some of the anxiety in her mind.

Bronwen sat at one of the tables, watching as the line continued. After five minutes of watching the people around the tavern, the replacement came to take over the watch.

The girl came over smiling kindly, "I realised, I never introduced myself. My name is Rose Valentine."

"Bronwen Hale, it's a pleasure to meet you." Bronwen shook Rose's hand, watching as she returned Bronwen's smile with ease now that her shift was over.

"Now let's get you to the Sanctuary." Linking her arms with Bronwen, "Have you ever apparated before?"

Bronwen chuckled, "Many times."

"Ah good, at least I know you won't hurl on me." And in a second she apparated, taking Bronwen along with her.

For the second time that day, Bronwen felt nausea as her stomach was hooked into herself as she disappeared into a portal of her own being. When her feet touched the ground again and her vision cleared from the blur, she could see the large sign reading 'Sanctuary for Fantastic Beasts and Magical Creatures'.

And standing in the archway of the sign, stood Newt Scamander.***

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