The wand shop was old and dark beside's a few places where there were candles.
"Um…hello?" An old man shuffled into view out of a row of shelves. I didn't
notice till now but all the shelves had thin, long boxes on them. "Why hello.
Kimber Curtis, correct?" "Uh, yes." "Don't look so startled. I have been
expecting you." He put a measure tape up and asked me to hold out my right arm.
The tape started taking all sorts of measurements as Olivander talked to me.
"Did you know that you are the first late student of Hogwarts? No other person,
ever, has been late. Dumbledore must have high hopes for you if he takes you in
after accepting date." "I didn't know that, no." "Well it's true! Uh, that's
enough." The tape measure stopped and landed on the floor. Olivander came back
with four boxes. He first pulled out one wand. "We use all sorts of wood but
three cores. Unicorn hair, phoenix feather, and dragon heart String. This
particular one is Mahogany with unicorn hair." I took it and he nodded, "Give
it a wave." "Oh, uh." I lifted the wand but before I could really move it, he
snatched it from me, replacing it with another wand. He didn't even have to say
anything and I only held it for two seconds before that wand was taken from me. Finally, three more wands after that,
he gave me a particularly interesting wand. It was ten inches cherry bark with
dragon heart string core. The handle was the head of the typical Chinese dragon
and the tail faded near the tip. I finally got to lift and flick it. There was
a gush of wind and warmth and little fireworks formed from the wands tip. I
suddenly felt formed with the wand, as though I didn't want to let it go. "Ah!
Bravo! That will be five galleons, Miss Curtis." I gave him the money quickly
and put the wand in my boot, hiding the top by my dress. "Take care," he said
as I left. I went next door and got my dress robes. Madame Pompkins was sweet
and a bustled old witch that hurried around her shop tending to customers. It
didn't take her long to mend my robes and uniforms and I was in and out within
twenty minutes. When I walked out, I found Lupin looking into a window. "Hi," I
said softly, "Got my things." "Great." He rubbed his slightly stubbly cheek and
furrowed his brows. "Your birthday is tomorrow, correct? The 28th?"
"Uh, yes sir. How did you know?" "Oh? Dumbledore mentioned it. It's in your
record, you know." "Ah, ok." "How about I get you an owl? They are extremely
useful for mail and very loyal companions. You are allowed one." "Oh. Are you
sure?" "Yeah, they aren't that much and you can pick it out." "Uh, sure. Sure,
that'll be ok." We walked into the Emporium and walked out ten minutes later
with a large black owl. "Good choice." "She's pretty," I said happily, "She
looks so mean but really is sweet." She was, too. Such the sweetest ever. We
got back to the Leaky Cauldron and were shown our rooms where our stuff was.
Afterwards, we got immediately to work on lessons. Lupin inquired by the third
spell that I was a quick learner but he was sorry that we had to go so quickly.
I waved it off and told him that I was a fast paced worker anyways, slow just
took too much time. When we went out for dinner in a near London, we really got
to talk. "So that Harry Potter boy," I said slowly, "I was told you could tell
me the name of the bad guy that hurt him and his parents." "Oh yes. His name
is—" he glanced around and then whispered, "Voldemort." "Oh," I said softly,
"That's a little more threatening than You-Know-Who." "He is also called
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." "I don't get it," I said slowly, "If he is out of
his ultimate reign then why do people still refuse to use his name?" "Well, he
spread havoc over all of the wizarding world. It was the most devastation that
this world had ever seen. We truly thought that it was over for the good. And then
Harry came along and…he was gone." "But you don't think it's over for good."
"No. No, not really. There was no sign of a body. There was no sign of anyone.
We all have our theories." "Do you mind if I ask you what your theory is?" "No.
I believe that he is out there somewhere waiting to gain strength as a weakened
being." I nodded and thought it over, "Makes since." He smiled and chuckled,
"Glad you think so." We ate dinner the rest of the night, strayed the subject
of Harry and Voldemort.