Jack walked into Diagon Alley, alone, twelve years old and still thrown off guard by the amazing magical world around her. Besides a few adventures, she had been stuck at home all summer and was glad to be back in the thick of the magical world she had come to know and love.
In a week or so, she would be starting her second year at Hogwarts, as a proud Gryffindor. She patted her pocket where she had stowed away the muggle money her Uncle Chip had so graciously given her. Without it, there was no way she would have been able to afford anything. She hurried off to Gringotts.
After exchanging her muggle money for gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and small bronze Knuts, she made her way back int the throng of people, her head reaching people's elbows at best. The twelve year old was no taller than four foot six, bu her flaming read hair and radiant grin drew attention to her. Not only that, but the fact that she was alone was odd enough. She did not need any help.
Her cousin Elliot had said he might meet up with her later, but that was neither here nor there. She was perfectly fine wandering alone. She spotted Flourish and Blotts and she made for a beeline for it, pulling out her crumpled school list as she slipped inside to track down the books she might need.
((Nick, just BTW, could you try and use more periods and commas? It's hard to read your posts usually.))