Something was beating in his chest. He never thought the summer would end so quickly, and he barely met anyone before the school year. He missed Durmstrang a bit, but loved the idea of transferring to Hogwarts. It was the last day of Diagon Alley for Brice, a place he learned to love. He had no idea why, but the place, always so agitated, just made him feel a little better, even restraining a bit of his falsehood. He knew that wouldn't always be good, but he didn't care. It gave him some freedom from his daily life, and he had good times there. He also had an apprenticeship there, before even knowing it was a law, and after knowing it was a law that he didn't need to obey, he kept the apprenticeship, since he found Lorcan a nice person, and he loved potions. The only class he liked as much as potions would be transfiguration and, secretly, Dark Arts. People always thought Durmstrang had learned to stop, but their infamous condition stays. They didn't teach as much as they once did, but he learned from his parents instead. Funny. He could even trick his parents to do him things... but it didn't matter for him. No, it was time for him to chill at Diagon Alley, and maybe meet someone with his last day.
He wandered a bit, occasionally seeing a friendly face around, but it would soon disappear. He decided that it was time to settle a bit and look at the stores. He decided to look at the Quidditch shop, examining the Neverlanding. He would buy it. It was no doubt. But he decided to go ahead and stop to look at the restaurants. It was about lunch time, and he was hungry. He just stood there, inspecting everything for a while. Maybe it did make him hungrier, but he decided to see how much he could resist.