John Fred Weasley groaned as he rolled out of his bed in the large, magically constructed house where he and his parents lived. He got up and thumped down the stairs and into the kitchen where his parents were sitting and drinking their coffee. "Morning mum, morning dad," John said as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. He looked out the window and saw his brother and sister degnoming the garden excitedly. John took a seat and asked, "Are we going to Diagon Alley today?" as he spooned some Frosted Flakes into his mouth. His mother bought everything but cereal from the wizard markets. "Yes we are dear. We're leaving as soon as you get ready," his mother said. John, suddenly enlivened, ran up the stairs and got dressed. Diagon Alley was one of his favorite places in the world, and his mother only let him go every now and again if it wasn't for school. John looked in the mirror. His brown hair swept across his forehead, leaving his blue eyes able to see everything. Most people hadn't thought he was a Weasley in his first year at Hogwarts. If it weren't for his freckles that stretched from his left cheek to his right cheek, the idea would be totally laughable. He had taken a lot after his mother but his aunt said he still had his father adventurous nature. And fear of spiders. John trodded down the stairs again where the rest of the family was waiting for him. "Diagon Alley awaits," his father said as he marched out the door, his mother smirking as his younger siblings ran after their dad.