Cal sighed as he walked through Diagon Alley. This was his chance to be free from his parents and his history, and he was assigned not only one, but two butlers to accompany him. [color=0072bc]"Thank you, but I [b]don't[/b] need your help. Your not going to follow me around school all day, carrying my books and taking notes for me in class, are you?"[/color] The man on his left looked at him bewildered, [b]"No sure, bu-"[/b] [color=0072bc]"So then you don't need to follow me around now!"[/color]

Cal took his trolley of books and placed his potions, crystal phials, telescope, and brass scales next to them. He ripped off the silver snake coiling around an eagle off his shirt. He was done with his family, and his family name, and that pin was the one thing holding him to it. That and the insignias on his suitcases, which were sadly, permanent. 

Cal continued to walk until a wonderful aroma filled his nose. With a clinking of glasses the smell was there, but when the sound faded out the smell was gone too. He looked to a man who opened a door into The Three Broomsticks, and the smell accumulated around him once more. Eagerly he pushed open the door to the pub. Sights and sounds welcomed him. People were talking and laughing, drinking, and there was a small band playing in the corner. In one of the tables to goblins were talking to a man, who looked rather nervous. Cal then saw what the wonderful smell was emitting from.

[b]"One butterbeer please."[/b] The woman at the counter looked up from the glasses she was cleaning and smiled. [color=f49ac2]"I'll just make five since you'll usually come back for more anyways,"[/color] She chuckled. The warm silky gold, the creamy foam, all of it was perfect. Cal walked up to the counter and placed some money on the table. [color=0072bc]"One butterbeer please."[/color] Calmwas more than excited to try butterbeer for the first time. His eyes lit up as the glass was given to him. He took a sip felt instantly better. He then wiped off the foam from his upper lip with his sleeve. He sat at the counter, still drinking butterbeer, until he was finally done, thanked the waitress, and walked out the door.

Now the only thing left was for him to grab his clothes and his pet. He figured pet first. As he entered the shop a small bell on the door rang. A small scruffy old man glanced at him through the lenses on his glasses, but really payed no mind. He squeaks and the sounds of tiny footsteps echoed through the shop. [i]Owl or a Cat or a Toad[/i] He repeated to himself from the letter. He looked around the shop. Nothing really met his interest until he saw a smaller cage at the back of the store. In it was a rather tiny owl, only four or five inches tall. It was white with brown speckles on it face. [color=0072bc]"I'll take him,"[/color] Cal said,'putting a galleon on the counter and pointing towards the small owl. [b]"What? The little guy? He's the runt off the pack. Going to have him... Sent off. In simpler terms, he's not for sale."[/b] Cal put three more galleons on the table. [color=0072bc]"I said, I'll take him."[/color] The man hesitated, but he took the money and handed the boy the owl.

Cal walked out of the shop, heading to get his uniform.