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So, here I am, walking down a narrow, old, dusty road looking for a brick in a wall, that's supposedly a door into Diagon Alley. Why did I get myself into this?
"Because we got owls that gave us an invitation to Hogwarts to Hogwarts and Dr Martinez wanted us to try it, not just because of the security, but also because her friend, Sirius Black recommended it." Angel's sweet voice interrupted my thoughts. Oh yes, did I forget to mention the owls? The acceptance to Hogwarts letter came by OWLS. Hadn't they heard of mailboxes?
"Excuse me, Mudbloods, Move aside" I turned around and immediately pounced on the boy behind me.
"Excuse, me, but WHAT did you just call us?" I said in my most cutting tone. Fang rolled his eyes and gave Gazzy a, "Here we go again" look, which didn't exactly help my mood.
"Aren't you mudbloods?" That sickening smooth drawl came from the pale blonde boy behind me asked. He looked genuinely surprised.
"And what might that be?" I said, archly. He sneered at me before sweeping past me, tapping his wand on a brick in the wall, and saying
"Wizards and witches whose parents are muggles, not wizards and witches" Hmmmmm
"I don't understand why we have to do this by hand!" Ron grumbled for about the third time.
"Ron, I told you just five minutes Muggles could easily spot us doing magic!" Mr. Weasley said, then, exasperated, he threw down his matches. "I wonder how rubbing to sticks together is supposed to make fire" He looked genuinely stumped, that Harry walked over to help. He picked up the matches and struck the red ends together, unlike Mr. Weasly who had failed to notice that he was striking the wrong ends together.
Max felt completely foolish. They were at Ollivanders buying wands.
"Here, try this one, Holly and dragon heartstring, eleven and one third inches, light yet strong." No sooner had the wand barely touched her fingertips had it practically been snatched out of hands again. This had happened about six times so far, and each one had been snatched back. Iggy's wand was walnut and unicorn hair, twelve inches long. As soon as he had touched the wand, he had glowed, not to mention a few boxes jumping out of place.
"Here, Hawthorn and unicorn hair, twelve and one third inches long" He then muttered something about a unicorns blood, a forbidden forest and you-know-who. I put it down to him being a total nut. Then as I grasped the wand, I felt a tingling sensation and blue butterflies came spiraling out of the end of the wand. Ollivander raised an eyebrow and said, "That was the hair of the unicorn that gave you-know-who strength!" Angel frowned. Poor guy, she probably knows his deepest and darkest secrets by now. "This wand is good for Charms and Transfiguration, thin but sturdy. Well la di da da.
"Now, a wand for you young man!" Ollivander looked Fang up and down with an upraised eyebrow, sizing him up. Fang stared solidly back. Ollivander kept his gaze for a while before reaching for a box.
"Now, lets see, Balsa wood with a griffins nail clipping, five and a half inches, better than it looks" I snorted, it had better be, I thought looking at the short stubby, well, stump, Fang got handed. Fang waved it experimentally, probably just humoring the poor oldie, Crack! The "wand" cracked a bit and started smoking. The look on Fangs face was priceless. Ollivander put it away.
"Here, try this one then. Thirteen and a half inches, yew with dragon bone" he said as he pulled another box off the shelf. He passed a slender, dark wand over to Fang. Fang sort of held it in the air. I sniggered, knowing he was wary after the last incident. Suddenly fire spilled out of the wand, spiraling around it. I gasped in indignation. He got fire. I got blue butterflies. Not. Fair.
"Hey, at least they weren't pink" Angel reminded me.
"Yes, that's a nice one. Good for Transfiguration and Defense against dark arts. Slender, yet strong and flexible. Not unlike yourself and your friends." Olivander said, obviously pleased with the wand. Flattery will get you everywhere.