Chapter 4 : Diagon Alley
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Here we have it, chapter 4!
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“Where to now darling?” my mother asked me.
I pulled the lists out, yet again. I was surprised to see that I had somehow overlooked the fact that there were some instructions after each item as to where I could find them. Then I thought to myself that perhaps it was some kind of magic that revealed itself when it was necessary.
I decided we would go through the list in order. I didn’t mind wandering around and looking at other shops as we passed by.
The first few things on the list were all clothing related and there were instructions for us to either go to the second hand robe shop towards the right of where we were or go the direction we had just come to go to the main robe shop.
“Well, I need to get my school robes and such. There’s a second hand shop or the main shop, where would you prefer to go?” I asked my parents, not really caring either way.
“We may as well go to the main shop dear. It’s not as if we’re running low on money, your father and I are more than willing to pay what we need to for you to be happy and have what you need.” Mum smiled at me and grabbed my hand. We then stepped out of the bank and began making our way back the way we came.
We walked down the street a little ways and saw a sign that read ‘Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions’. I felt a tingle of excitement run down my spine as I realized this was the first shop I was actually stepping into. I could barely control myself.
As my father pulled the door handle and held the door for my mother and I, I had to stifle back a gasp. The store was huge and filled with so many different fabrics in every color and pattern imaginable.
An older woman stood behind a desk in the back of the store. Her gray hair was in a high bun and she wore glasses with chains on the side looped to the back of her neck. As we made our way in she glanced up and smiled at us.
“Hogwarts dear? First year?” Her voice was sweet, smooth, and calming. Like honey. I smiled to myself and realized she was waiting for an answer.
“Yes ma’am!” I went to pull out my list and she waved her hand.
“I know what you need, don’t you worry. Step up on here and we’ll get your measurements.” She pulled a box out from behind the desk and gestured for me to stand on it. I obliged and made my way over to step up on the box.
After a few minutes, she had all my measurements and was pulling out robes for me; I needed 3 sets of plain work robes and a winter cloak, which she also brought me. She then made her way to the back and came back with the last two things I needed from her, a black pointed hat, and a pair of black protective dragon hide gloves.
We paid for everything, after much help from her with the amount and such, thanked her, and left. I was already beyond excited. It was becoming more and more real by the second.
We stepped back into the crowded street just as a blond boy with a smug look on his face made his way inside with what I assumed were his parents. His parents both had the same striking blond hair but there was something about the boy, I couldn’t help but stare. He had the most amazing gray eyes. I knew it was foolish, I knew nothing about the boy. I turned away forgetting all about him and pulled my list out to figure out where to go next.
I needed a wand. The instructions stated that it was to the left of the bank, which would mean us walking back towards the bank and a few shops beyond that.
“Wand is next,” I said, smiling up at my parents.
“Alright love, lead the way.” My father said, bending down to kiss the top of my head.
We passed several shops until we finally reached the wand shop at the very end on the right. Ollivander’s. The prospect of getting my wand made me beyond happy. I was smiling like crazy by the time we got inside.
A withered, tired looking old man stood behind the counter. As soon as I stepped through, he lit up.
“Ahh. First year. Hogwarts I’m assuming?” How did he know? “ I’m Mr. Ollivander. I remember every wand I’ve ever sold. But I haven’t seen you two before either.” He was looking at my parents now. “My dear, are you muggle born?” I nodded and cold feel myself blush. “OH! No, I don’t mean that as disrespectful please! It means that you obviously are going to be talented. By the looks of it, studious as well. What’s your name dear?”
“Hermione sir, Hermione Granger,” I managed to get out.
Well then miss Granger, we’ll see what I can find for you.” He shuffled off to the shelves lining the whole of the giant room we stood in and returned moments later with a few long boxes.
“Try this one,” he said, opening one of the boxes. He handed me the wand and I took it in my hand. It was pretty, nearly red in color, with intricate designs at the bottom, a nice colour and feel. I looked at him, not sure what to expect.
“Try waving it?” I did as he said and dropped the wand in surprise. The lamp next to him shattered and his eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Umm. No.” I bent down and picked it up using just my forefinger and thumb, not wanting to cause anything else to happen. He laughed and handed me another but not before pulling a wand out of his back pocket and pointing it at the lamp. It instantly repaired itself and I knew my eyes now looked far too large on my face.
This wand was even more gorgeous. Somewhat longer than the first, it was light brown in color with some green in spots. Vines seemed to wrap around the whole wand, leaves at the end of some of the vines. It felt well balanced and before I could even wave it, I felt a rush of warmth spread through my body. Sparks flew out from the end and I nearly squealed in shock. I looked to Ollivander, a large smile spread across his face.
“That, my dear, is your wand.” He was now beaming. “10 ¾ inches, (did he say inches?!) made of vine wood with a dragon heartstring for the core. Vine wood is usually attracted to people who have some sort of hidden depth or potential. Seems quite fitting if you ask me. One thing you should know about wands is that they choose the witch or wizard, not the other way around. But, I’m sure you have plenty of things to do today, don’t let an old man bore you with wand lore.” He gave us the price and we paid him. I was beginning to get the hang of this money. We thanked him and left the store.
I pulled out the list, yet again, and saw that I had to get a cauldron. The specifics were all there; and I laughed to myself as I saw that it wasn’t too far from the robe shop. I sighed and began walking as my parents fell into step behind me.
As we neared the cauldron shop, I saw the blond boy again. He looked at me, glanced at my parents, and his smug look vanished, replaced by a look of disgust. Apparently he was able to tell my parents weren’t magic and had something against that? I wasn’t too sure. I shook my head to clear all thoughts of that and continued walking, my head held high.
We finally found our way to the cauldron shop and quickly found what we were looking for; the same went for the rest of the list until we reached the books.
There was a list of 8 books I would need for my courses and we were instructed to go to Flourish and Blott’s, which was near Madam Malkin’s. By now we were getting the hang of finding our way around Diagon Alley and found the shop easily enough.
When we stepped inside, I was immediately in heaven. I was immediately the happiest I had been in months. We took the list to the front counter and one of the helpers took us around the shop to find each book. I asked him if there were any other books he recommended for me to read being born without magic and he recommended me a few, ‘Hogwarts, a History’ being one of the big ones since it gave me a lot of useful information on the school I was to be attending.
By the time I was done, we had been at the bookshop nearly two hours and we purchased thirteen books. We placed the books in my cauldron and made our way back towards The Leaky
Cauldron. Before I knew it, we were back in our car driving home. I tried to fall asleep but was still too excited to do much. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander.
“Do you think she’s asleep?” my mother asked. I was tempted to open my eyes or say I wasn’t, but I was too interested in what she had to say.
“I don’t know dear, why?” asked my father.
“I’m just still so unsure about all this,” she sighed. I could tell she was stressed. “I want her to be happy but what does this mean for us? How long is she gone? When will we see her? Can she get a job as a witch when she’s done with her schooling? How long does it last? I just… I worry. I know that this is what she wants and I want her to be happy but I’m so nervous…” she trailed off and my father tried to calm her down.
“Dear, I know but it’s as if she’s going to a boarding school. She’ll be fine. She can write all the time, and I’m sure she will. She’s a smart girl. She’ll make some friends hopefully and she’ll be happy. We need to let her do this. It’ll be good for her.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed again and silence resumed. I didn’t want to worry them. I’m glad that my dad was able to comfort her but I knew I had to write the Headmistress soon, get the details and calm whatever worries my mother had. That would have to wait for another time though. For now, I could be happy.
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