Zoe led the way down the street, her cobalt eyes roving the buildings. She didn't know exactly what she was looking for, but knew it was there somewhere. Jackie, the woman who'd adopted her, followed uncertainly. Zoe ducked her head slightly as Sarah, a girl in her class, sauntered by. Then she resumed her search.
A particularly shabby storefront caught her eye. A dirty wooden sign swung in the slight breeze. The legend it bore in black archaic lettering read 'the Leaky Cauldron'. Zoe knew that that was the place sh was loking for. It was on the faces of every other person in the street, but for one, who slipped into the tavern surrepticiously. Everyone else clearly never saw the dingy bar.
"C'mon," Zoe said, dragging her guardian forward.
"Where are we going?" Jackie asked her.
"There it is," Zoe pointed.
"In there?" Jackie repeated sceptically. "It's an alleyway. What could possibly be there?"
"Trust me. You can't see it, because you're not a witch," Zoe assured her.
She laid her hand on the black grimy door and pushed it open...