"Do you mind waiting here for a bit?"
Lydia shook her head. McGonagall patted her shoulder reassuringly before walking up to the door and knocking, leaving her to wait on the sidewalk. Taking in her surroundings, she laughed a bit, giddy. "Magic is so cool!" she whispered to herself.
About twenty minutes later, McGonagall came back out with a girl her age in tow. The girl had the puffiest hair she'd ever seen, but was otherwise adorable. The way she walked was so close to McGonagall's that it was a bit scary.
"Lydia, this is Hermione. Hermione, this is Lydia."
Lydia gave a shy smile. Hermione returned it with a small wave. McGonagall repeated the directions for teleporting for the new girl, and, after both trunks were zapped away, they were off. Opening their eyes, the girls found themselves in a crowded street, clinging to the professor for dear life.
"Didn't they see us teleport?" she asked McGonagall in a hushed tone.
"Yes, they saw us apparate, but we are among our own kind. We are in Diagon Alley in the Wizarding World."
"Oh, alright."
"Why are we here?" Hermione asked, looking around curiously.
"Well, being that you two are muggle-born, you don't have any wizard money. Hogwarts set aside some money for you to get school supplies. That's what we are here for."
"What kind of supplies?"
"You'll see soon enough." McGonagall smiled and lead them through several shops.
First, they got their school robes. The lady running the shop had taken measurements for what felt like eternity. Then, after that torture was over, she went on to stage two; pins. It seemed like she was trying to draw as much blood as possible with several tiny little pricks. When she'd walked out of the room, Lydia turned to Hermione.
"Is it just me, or do you think this woman's a vampire too?"
Hermione laughed quietly.
"Well it's either that, or she thinks we're a couple of voodoo dolls." Lydia continued.
Hermione had to cover her mouth, pretending to sneeze as the seamstress came back in, to cover the bubbly giggle that started to come out.
After their robes were finished and neatly tucked away in a bag, they thanked the vampire voodoo seamstress and went off to get their books. As they walked in, Hermione and Lydia's jaws both dropped at the sheer size of the book store.
"So. Many. Books!" Lydia had to bite her lip to contain an excited fit.
Hermione ran her fingers gingerly along the spines while McGonagall went straight to the proprietor. He swiftly went about collecting two copies of each book on the list and came back with a rather large pile. With McGonagall opening a small black bag for him, he slid each book into it one by one. Somehow, they all fit perfectly without the bag showing any disturbance whatsoever.
"Come along girls. Just a couple more stops to go."
"But the books…" the girls whimpered together.
McGonagall chuckled. "Hogwarts has a rather well-supplied library if it interests you that much." Both girls quickly skipped along behind her, wanting to get there as fast as they possibly could.