i would like to apologize because tom will not be in this update. he will be in the next one! pinkey promise!. i'm really sorry! please forgive me?
i based annabel's wand off my own on pottermore. i know, it's a silly thing to do but i wanted to so hush.
disclaimer: i don't own harry potter
"Rise and shine!" Yelled an irritatingly cheerful voice in Annabel's ear. With a groan she pulled the pillow closer around her head.
"Later. Sleepy time now," She mumbled into the soft fabric of the bed.
"Nah-uh! Get up! We have one day until the Express is here and we still have to get your wand..." At the mention of a wand, Annabel shot up into a sitting position. She blinked several times attempting to make her cerulean eyes adjust to the harsh morning sun. Her eyes soon came in contact with Jennifer. She was still rambling away about the things they had to buy. Annabel cleared her throat.
"Well if you want to get going so badly, will you let me get dressed?"
Grinning, Jennifer stood and walked toward the door. Before she shut it she turned to Annabel and said, "But of course. Do not take to long though. I wish to get to Gringotts before the crowds start to settle in."
With a sigh Annabel fished out a pale purple dress from her luggage, that had appeared under her bed the night before. As she slipped on the frill free dress, she thought about the strange bus she rode in.
Quoting her favorite book at the moment she mumbled, "Curiouser and curiouser." Once the dress was fitted around her slim form nicely she turned to look at the small dirty mirror next to the bed. Now, Annabel had never really cared about how her hair looked, but she had to admit it looked terrible. Stray pieces of honey hair stuck up at odd angles and it looked like a bird decided to live in it.
Frowning, she rummaged to find her comb. Once she located it, she somehow managed to make sense of the tangled mess. Combing through her own hair felt better than it did when Margret combed it. When Margret was in charge, she didn't know what hurt Annabel and what didn't.
Twisting her hair into a messy braid, she ran hastily out of the door only to stop dead in the long hallway. Where was she supposed to go? She didn't even remember arriving at the, er, where ever she was. Deciding to go left she found some stairs that led to a small dining room. Or better yet, a pub. A woman was sitting at the dusty bar reading a newspaper. At a glance it looked perfectly normal, but Annabel was curious and squinted to look at it. Faces smiled and cameras flashed. A moving picture!
Tearing her eyes away she found a man stirring some kind of warm drink without even touching it. His finger spun in the air while a spoon stirred the drink. He seemed to be reading some kind of book.
"You might want to close your mouth, lest flies land in it." said a lazy voice somewhere to her right side. Annabel spun around happy to find a familiar face. Jennifer stood next to an old door, her foot tapping in agitation. Her eyes examined Annabel's attire. She grimaced. "You're going to stand out like a sore thumb. Now come on. I've been waiting forever." Jennifer let a little scowl slip through her usually happy exterior before turning and opening the door. Annabel stumbled over her own feet as she sprinted to catch up.
The door that Jennifer had opened to a crowded street. People bustled in and out of shops. Some wore pointy hats and some didn't. The hats made Annabel giggle. As they continued their descent down the narrow street Annabel noticed people glancing, and staring, at her. It must be the dress. She thought herself. All the people surrounding them wore long robes, some more elegant than others. She caught the eye of one man who scowled down at her. She scowled back.
Soon they reached a large white building placed nicely in a corner at the edge of the street. On the second floor balcony were the words 'Gringotts Bank.' Jennifer quickly ran up the marble steps to a large bronze door, which she pushed open with ease. She tuned to see Annabel gaping at the building.
"Come on. We really don't have all day."
Annabel's head whipped to focus on Jennifer holding the door open with her petite hand. With a quick nod she sprinted up the steps to join her. Annabel let out a small gasp. Small creaters, or horribly misshapen people, dressed in scarlet and gold stood on the other side. They grunted in agitation and pointed to an entrance hall, that contained another set of doors. Only these were silver. Engraved on those doors were words. Annabel squinted to read them.
'Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there. '
Another grunt sounded behind Annabel. Her eyes widened as different creatures, they looked like the ones from before, walked forward and opened the silver doors. They gestured for the females to follow. Annabel was the last to go through the arch, though once she was through the creatures flanked her and Jennifer's sides. They proceeded down a long hallway filled to the brim with doors.
Jennifer halted to a stop and Annabel almost ran into her.
"I want you to go sit on that bench right there, you see?" Jennifer pointed of to the side to a bench that Annabel was sure wasn't there before. "I will be back shortly."
She was prepared to argue but seeing Jennifer's face, decided against it. With a nod she walked over to bench and sat. When she looked up, hoping to see Jennifer before she left, she was surprised to see that no one was there. She still felt strange though. Her arms and legs itched. She felt like she was being watched, which was absurd because no one was there.
She sighed. How long is she going to be? I'm getting bored. Her eyelids drooped. Soon, she was asleep.
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Annabel awoke to someone shaking her arm. She made a pitiful noise in the back of her throut and looked up. Jennifer loomed over her with a big grin on her face.
"I take it you did not get enough sleep last night?"
Annabel scowled, "Are you done yet?"
"Don't be cross. Patience is a virtue, you know. Besides, I have what I need for all of you expenses so I suppose we should begin to get your things?"
They began to walk down the cobblestone street. It wasn't as crowded as it was, but people still bustled about. They stopped in front of a small building. It was much like a hole in the wall, like many of the shops here. A sign above it read: Ollivander's Wand Shop. Annabel's hands began to twicth with excitement. Jennifer glanced down at her and grinned.
"I will go get your books; you go get your wand." She nudged Annabel through the small brown door. Once she was inside she quickly turned to see Jennifer waving goodbye through the dusty window. With a audible gulp she slowly tuned.
The shop was long and narrow, with many side nooks and crannies. Thousands of small rectangular boxes lined the walls. Papers were strewn about behind a large desk. Bits of dust floated down from the ceiling which could be seen if the light hit them just right.
"I'll be with you in just a moment," called a voice from one of the side rooms. Feet scuffled across the floor. "How may I help you m'dear?"
"I need a wand," Annabel said with a mumble, completely distracted by the old man's appearance. White wiry hair stuck in odd directions. Blue eyes stared down at her own cerulean ones.
"Of course you do. Why else would you be here?" He said with a small smile. "What is your name?"
"Annabel. Annabel Waldon."
With a small nod the man, Annabel assumed his name was Ollivander, walked off toward the back of the shop. He returned with one of the small rectangular boxes.
"Here, try this." Ollivander opened the box and lifted a brown wand out of it. Annabel reached for it. Her fingers wrapped around the wand and gave it a flick. A candle floating over the counter exploded, spraying hot wax and sparks everywhere.
"No that won't do."
Annabel pouted slightly. Why didn't work? "Don't be angry. The wand chooses the wizard, or in you case witch, you know."
"I-it does?"
"Of course. Now let us try again." Ollivander plucked the wand to place it back in its place on the wall.
"Now, this one might do it."
He returned holding two boxes. The first one held a black wand and the second, a light almost gold one. Annabel nodded and reached out to grabbed the first wand. As soon as her fingertips touched the soft hazel wood a shock ricochet up her her hand.
"It shocked me!" She screeched. Ollivander's eyes widened and he let out a surprised chuckle.
"That has always been a temperamental wand. I suppose it did not like you that much. No matter, I believe this is the wand for you." He handed Annabel the brown wand. It fit nicely in her hand and seemed to hum with life. She flicked her wrists. The wax, from the exploded candle, was slowly melted down until nothing remained. Annabel grinned and looked up at Ollivander.
"It looks like you have found your wand. 10 and ¾ inches, maple unicorn hair. That one was surprisingly swishy. I'm glad it has a companion. I suspect it has been very lonely. I remember the day I made it. Seems like yesterday." Ollivander smiled kindly. "That will be 7 galleons."
Annabel blushed and opened her mouth. She was about to tell the man she had no money when she heard a jingling in the secret pocket inside her dress. Her fingers snaked down and grasped the objects. She placed them on the counter.
"I don't know how to count them, or how they got there, but I hope this is enough."
Then I will show you how count them." He held up a gold coin and a silver one. " The gold coins are galleons and the silver ones are sickles. There are seventeen is one galleon. Galleons have the largest value in our currency." Ollivander placed the two coins back on the table and picked up a small bronze one. "Now this is a knut. There are twenty-nine knuts in one sickle and 493 knuts in one galleon. Now, I do not think you will need to remember that one. It's a bit much. Here you have seven galleons, five sickles and three knuts."
"Oh, well here." Annabel pushed out the seven galleons toward Ollivander and scooped the rest into her hands. "Thank you sir! Have a nice day." Annabel smiled and walked out the small shop. People still bustled in the streets.
"It's about time you got done. I've been waiting for ages."
Annabel spun on her heel to face Jennifer, a light blush coating her cheeks. "Well, I'm sorry!"
"Don't apologize. There's no need. Come on. It's time we returned."
"Are you angry? Your words are...clipped."
A strange emotion flicked across Jennifer's face. "I'm not. Honestly, we must get going. It's getting dark."
Annabel nodded glumly and began walking.
"Annabel the Leaky Caldron is this way."
"I knew that!" Annabel said, embarrassed. Jennifer chuckled and walked off, leaving Annabel to stomp after her.
There it is! YAY! Did anyone notice how Jennifer says patience is a virture but does the exact oppisite her self? A bit hypocritical, no? ;D
Welp, maybe you can review this? You know, so I can feel like someone's actually reading this? KTHXS.
See you next week!~
