Ok...What should I do now? (OPEN)

"I must be dreaming," Thorson thought as soon as he took his first steps toward the Diagon Alley, leaving behind another place he had found equally wonderful, the Leaky Cauldron.
Thorson was a big fan of books, and that sight, full of smiling people hurrying passing by, in those clothes that were still somewhat odd to him reminded him of a book by Charles Dickens he had read a few months ago. And what wonderful clothes they wore! It was as if Thorson had suddenly moved into that game his parents loved so much (and speaking of Dragons - the name of the game was Dungeons and Dragons - only in those first few minutes officially in the wizarding world Thorson had already identified countless references to these fantastic creatures).
His parents were still inside the pub chatting with the special messenger who had been sent to explain everything about the new life that was presented to Thorson. They had gone to the wizard's bank, whose name Thorson did not remember, and after they decided to return to the Leaky Caldron to talk a little more. Some details Thorson did not quite understand yet, as the money issue, which was quite different from what he was accustomed to.
And now he was standing there, holding in his hands a list of school materials he had to buy for the beginning of the school year, and in his pocket all those strange coins that the Hogwarts messenger had guaranteed was enough to pay for everything. Thorson thought for a moment how his parents were cool and to some degree unconcerned. In addition to happily and non-traumatically accepting the fact that their son was a wizard (the first in the entire family history), they gave him complete freedom to search for his school supplies by himself. His parents were very nice, and Thorson knew that very well.
With all these thoughts, he began to walk down that narrow street marveling at everything and everyone.
Many families were there, and many students, as Thorson deduced, were also behind their respective materials.
Thorson looked at them with admiration. Older students! (Well, there were many who looked as young as he, but on the contrary, they did not look stupid).
Before he could get into the first store he definitely wanted to meet - The Florean Fortescue's - a group of teenagers were running, screaming and laughing. Playing with some object that Thorson did not identify.
Suddenly there was a noise behind him, and when Thorson turned to see what it was, he was struck by something. Something creeps. There was no pain, no discomfort.
Only when she opened her eyes did she realize that her clothes had been struck by some sort of product-certainly something magical-and now all his clothes, ordinary robes of Muggles, had garish variations of pink and violet, sometimes shifting to a good green weird.
The same teens who were playing now were laughing and pointing at him. But Thorson could not tell if they were responsible for this joke. Probably not.
"Okay," thought Thorson. "For this I did not expect"
"And now, what do I do with it?"

No. Oh no. Annabelle looked around and realized she was utterly lost. She had run ahead of her mother through the crowded alleyways of Diagon Alley, despite her mother calling after her, head wildly swinging in every direction so as not to miss a single thing around her. But now she was standing quite still, letting people jostle past her. She was too short to see her mother through the crowd, and who knows how far ahead she had gone. But she had reached the end of the alleyway, she knew that for sure because the Leaky Cauldron was right in front of her. She took a deep breath and in that breath, she realized that there was a most peculiar and amazing ice cream shop nearby. Surely her mother would turn up soon. There were only so many places here, fascinating as they all were. It wouldn't hurt to go in and get herself an ice cream. She'd even get one for her mother as an apology for running off! It was decided. She looked at the beautiful little coins in her hand and made for the shop.

As soon as she reached the door, however, Anna was stopped a noise that was followed by the most vibrant pink light. She looked towards where the light came from and saw a boy, in muggle clothes much like herself, but they were stained pink and purple, most likely from whatever caused that noise. She couldn't help but think it was absolutely brilliant. But then she saw some older kids laughing in his direction and that certainly was not okay, in her opinion. She ran over to stand in between the older kids and the boy, pushing her red curls out of her face. She was easily the shortest person in the area.

"Excuse me," she declared fiercely. "The only funny thing I see here are your faces. Piss off already will you? Go on!" After the kids sniggered and left, she turned to the boy. "I don't think you look funny. That was actually the first bit of magic I've seen in a very long time. It was brilliant actually! Besides, I'm sure it'll wear off sooner or later anyway and then it'll be like nothing ever happened! The only people to remember will be you and me, and if we're being completely honest I'll probably forget about the incident eventually anyway. There are just so many fascinating things to see here, it's easy to forget your own name amidst it all!" Anna said all this very quickly with a huge smile on her face, pushing her long curls back out of her face once again. "Oh yeah! Speaking of my name, I'm Annabelle, but you can call me Anna! Or Annabelle. Whichever you prefer because they're both my name I guess. I'm going to Hogwarts in September and I think that's going to be the best day in the world! Are you a first year there too?"

She then realized she was maybe being a tad awkward and chose this moment to just stop talking. Instead, she chose to give up on her hair and used this moment of silence to pull a white ribbon out of her pocket to tie her hair back.