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Over the next several weeks Minnie changed her mind a thousand times. She was quite sure there had to be some catch to this whole magic business, and yet, it seemed to explain so much about her life thus far. Professor Dippet had looked at her knowingly when he asked if she had ever done something in the heat of the moment that she couldn't explain. She recalled just last summer she had wanted a top so incredibly bad from the toy shop, and moments later it was in her hand. She immediately took the top back into the store and paid for it with her allowance, but still, the top had jumped into her hand. Strange.
Minnie walked with her mother and father into a dark, yet somehow inviting bar called the Three Broomsticks where they met a charming little man, Filius Flitwick. He ushered them over to a table in the corner of this smoky bar and called over the barman. "Let's get a drink before heading into Hogsmeade Village. I can explain things a little more for you so you know what to expect," Filius smiled, his high pitched, squeaky voice sounding quite excited. "Oh and you may call me Professor Flitwick, I am your Charms teacher." He ordered butterbeers all around and sipped on his, getting foam in his graying mustache.
Professor Flitwick closely resembled what Minnie pictured her grandfather would look like if he was shrunken to about 3 feet. She was already taller than him. She graciously and cautiously took the butterbeer and sniffed at it a few times before taking a hesitant sip. It reminded her of liquid candy. She continued sipping her drink quietly as Professor Flitwick squeaked out the explanation that Hogsmeade Village was the only all magical town and the source of all the supplies that she would need while attending Hogwarts. He also explained that on a few occasions during the year she would be allowed to attend school trips to this village for fun if, of course, her parents allowed her.
After what seemed hours, they finally set off to Hogsmeade Village. The minute that Minnie looked out of the archway her jaw dropped. No amounts of reading or explanations could prepare her for all the magical signage and people dressed in robes of all colors strolling along the streets. Professor Flitwick led the McGonagalls along Main St. pointing out every store and what fascinating items they sold. Their first stop was to be Ollivander's, the wand-maker.
Minnie walked up, with much coaxing from her mother to the counter where Mr. Ollivander looked down at her with moon-like eyes.
"Ah, Miss McGonagall, I've been expecting you." He smiled and looked quickly at Professor Flitwick, nodding, then turned and walked into the back of his shop. He shuffled boxes around for some time before bringing a few up to the counter. "Perhaps one of these wands will prove acceptable." Minnie took wand after wand, waving it haphazardly around before picking up a slender, lightweight wand. She waved this last wand around and flowers sprang up from its tip. "Ivy wood with dragon heartstring, 10 and ½ inches, flexible, good for dueling," he rattled off as he put the other boxes away.
Minnie looked at her first item from the wizarding world and smiled, laughing to herself. "I've got an honest to goodness wand. I really am a witch!" She walked with her parents, and Professor Flitwick in the lead and proceeded to purchase all her other school supplies, a cauldron, scales, potions kit, robes, and even a cat! She eagerly fingered through her books, looking at all the spells. "Mother, look, an enchanted ceiling where we eat. Oh and the school changes all the time. See its magically protected so muggles, that's you and father, can't see it. Wow!" She continued on in this fashion for some time before her parents made her pack everything away. Minnie slept two winks that night for in the morning, she was off to start her life as a witch.
