You step off the cobbled street and into the heart of Diago Alley, and you try to get used to the overwhelming scent of fresh parchment, sweet treats, and the faint hum of magic. The alley is alive and bustling, with rows of shops and stands filling the air with the smell of magic. A wizened old man demonstrates flying broomsticks to a group of eager children, while across the way, colorful potions bubble and swirl in a shop window. The sign for Olivanders gleamed nearby, promising fine wands, and the sounds of excited chatter filled the air. First-year students are running around, trying to find their way around the alley, and upperclassmen students leisurely walk around shops with their friends or alone, buying their supplies for the upcoming year, and helping younger students navigate their way around if they're approached. You look over the scene, taking it all in before deciding what to do next.