Completely out of nowhere a complete feeling of rightness overwhelmed him, like the satisfaction of finishing a really good book, or stepping into a shower on a cold day. His very soul was singing and it was hard not to melt into a puddle of blissed-out goo. It was tugging towards his right and he looked in that direction, confusion in his gaze. To his surprise, there was a man with aesthetically pleasing purple robes, which went well with his complexion. At least he knew color coordination, unlike some of the others in this room. He had on a turban with the same color and the cloth hung down at his back.He had pale skin and his pale blue eyes were wide with adoration. He was gaping at him in shock. They just stared at each other for a moment before the amazing feeling just went away, leaving no trace. Harry frowned slightly as the other man’s face turned stoic, emotionless. Harry was brought out of his stupor when Hagrid guided him to the bar, saying plenty of "Pardon me’s and "Excuse me’s. He almost groaned out loud when Hagrid, bless his kind dumb heart, said, "I’m "ere takin’ Harry teh go to Diagon Alley fer the first time," with a proud smile on his face.