disclaimer- j.k. rowling and rick riordan came up with the basic ideas and some teachers and I that credit obviously all goes to them
I looked around and down the street wondering what we were going to do first. Every shop looked so amusing and spectacular and I just wanted to run from window to window to look into each one. Publius grabbed my arm before I could; he must have notice that I was bouncing on the balls of my feet like a runner warming up for a race.
He quickly pulled me along through the crowd to a shop that was called "Madame Malkin's Robes for all Occasions". He led me through the doors and sat me down in a chair by the windows. I looked around, taking in every detail from the pin cushion shaped like a tomato to the pieces of cloth piled on a stool surrounded by mirrors. Soon a short old woman in a a purple dress entered the room. She looked me up and down, and snapped her fingers. A yellow tape measure came flying out of nowhere and started measuring me in every way possible. The tape measure flew away again with a snap and a slouched back down again. The old woman then briskly walked through a door and started to work on my robes. She eventually came back with pieces of fabric that seemed to make up the shape of clothing.
"Straighten up dearie or you'll shrink your spine," she said to me in a grandmotherly way. I pulled my head up as she pinned and stitched my clothing. A few times she stepped away and the needle kept sewing. I watched in amazement as the needles moved without her holding it. I decided that I was really going to enjoy life with magic.
My robes and uniforms were just being put into another magical bag when the bell for the door jingled. I turned around to see who it was and spotted a pale girl with black hair and silvery eyes walking forward with her mother in tow. She seemed to be my age, but the way she walked seemed snake-like; her head stayed still with each step and her eyes looked like they were aimed at her prey. She came to the front counter and rudely shoved me out of the way. My eyes narrowed and the smell of ozone filled the air. I let out a dramatic grunt and she finally acknowledged my presence. She looked me up and down like a New Yorker and let out a dissatisfied "hmpf". The smell of ozone grew stronger and my hair began to fill with static.
"What, you got a problem with me prat?" I said. Boy, did I hate girls like her. They think they are better than everyone and only give people the light of day if they are rich, pretty, or popular.
"Mummy, make this filthy mudblood stop talking to me. She's giving me a headache," she said, cutting a glare towards me.
"Oh sorry ma'am for insulting your daughter, I'm sure she doesn't need it, what with all the stress of having to hold up that big head." With that I burst out the door with Publius shortly behind me, chuckling to himself. I'm sure what I said sounded ridiculous and rude, but she deserved it. I went to give Publius a harsh look, but ended up cracking a smile and bursting out with laughter. His chuckle grew into a roar. From the outside we probably looked psychopathic, actually I know we did because everyone stared at us as if we were.
After our laughing fest, we made our rounds to all of the shops and gathered everything we needed, except for a wand and the optional pet. We finally came to Olivander's: maker of fine wands and entered the small and dusty store. The dust shimmered in the light of the the shop's windows. While I was busy admiring the dust, an old man appeared from around the corner. His hair stuck out at odd angles and he looked to be older than the queen of England. His eyes twinkled as he came closer to me.
"And you must be..." he said in a meek voice.
"I'm Leila, Leila Haughey," I said smiling. At that his eyes lit up even more and a grin crossed his face.
"Ah, yes, Leila. They told me you were coming," he said as he slowly walked down an aisle fill with long, slim, boxes. He pulled an assortment of boxes that must have been holding wands from the wall and placed them across his desk. He told me to give them a wave and each time I did, a different thing exploded. He went back through the rows to search for more wands when he came across one wand that caused his face to screw up in thought. He gingerly pulled it out and brought it up to me. He carefully opened the box and grabbed the wand carefully. The curve of the handle fit perfectly and when I waved it, nothing exploded. Instead a rumble of thunder descended across the room and a light glowed around me.
Olivander took the wand from me and placed it in it's lining. "Hmm... very interesting... sequoia and a core of chimera scale fragment... very interesting indeed..."
"What's so interesting?" I demanded. The way this guy was looking at me confused me too much.
"Well, the wood is American, not commonly used in British wands, but the center is a rare core, very rarely used for wands these days. It came from the Chimera, a monster that was well known among the Greeks and Romans. These two connected, I... demi... western civilization... hmm," he trailed off leaving me more confused than before. I was going to question him until I heard someone rapping on the window behind me. I looked back and saw Publius holding up a cage with the black owl in it. I squealed with joy, but then I remember the wand-maker. I turned back to ask him about his mysterious behavior, but he was gone. A man that was about 20 years old came forward and I paid him ten galleons and head out the door with my new wand, and a new-found sense of confusion.
