That seems appropriate. "So, you mentioned something about Diagon Alley? Is that where I'm supposed to be getting my school supplies?"

"Aye. It's where ev'ryone gets their school stuff." Pause. "Ah... be grateful if yeh didn't mention that lil' magic ter anyone at Hogwarts. I'm—er—not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin'. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an' get yer letters to yeh an' stuff—one o' the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job—"

"Alright, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble," she won't be forgetting that fact though. "Should we go then?"

He nods. "Aye. Although—it's late. Yeh should sleep."

"I suppose we have a guest room you could stay in my by aunt and uncle might not be comfortable with that and the bed is probably too small for you."

"Eh? No, no, I have a place ter sleep, I'll jus' come back tomorrow."

"Okay." Sarah's voice is tinged with worry. The Dursleys have never seemed quite this provoked. That said Hagrid does not seem likely to be able to deescalate the situation. Still, just this once, maybe the devil she doesn't know will be better. "I'm a little worried about my uncle. He seems awfully upset."

"Ah, don' worry about that sack o' potatoes, Dumbledore's made it very clear what would happen if summat bad happened to yeh."

She's starting to wonder if she's jumping out of the frying pan into the fire. Threats are not something that should be needed to motivate someone to care about their ward. "Alright."

"Well, then. I guess I'll be by tomorrow."

"I'm looking forwards to it." Despite all the weird mixed signals she's getting, she is. Hagrid seems to be a nice man. His temper is a little scary, but at least he seems embarrassed about losing it. She's less sure about this Dumbledore character who apparently threatened the Dursleys into taking her in.

The Dursleys absolutely avoid her all night and don't come out of their rooms in the morning.

She'll make breakfast for herself and wait for Hagrid to show up.

Eventually there is a knock.

Sarah goes to the door and opens it. "Hello Hagrid."

"Mornin'! Oh, that smells good, did yeh make that?"

"I do a lot of the cooking. I'm sorry I didn't make enough for guests. I can make more if you like."

"Nah, I already ate, but thank yeh. Ready?"

"Sure, I have my ingredient list. Is there anything else I need to bring?"

"Nah, that's all."

"Alright, how are we getting there?"

He gestures outside at a rather enormous motorcycle.

"Nice motorcycle." Does it have a sidecar?

Yep! She'll fit in there nicely. He offers her a helmet.

She puts on the helmet. "I'm ready."