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Magical shopping

Calla grimaced as they entered the Leaky Cauldron and muttered, "It looks like someone doesn't know how to using cleaning spells."

"Definitely doesn't have anything anything on Tender's pub and restaurant," Candy Cane said while eyeing the place in distaste, "It hasn't gotten any better since we were last here,"

"Well, we still have five minutes before whoever Dumbledore is sending will be here," Candy Pop gestured to one of the free booths, "Let's take a seat and get a drink, we can go over the list we made up a bit more thoroughly,"

They all settled save for Candy Pop who went to get them drinks. Jason let his head hit the table and Calla looked at him feeling a bit worried, "Papa? Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine," He turned his head to smile at her, "I'm just regretting staying up the last two days to get those toys done,"

Candy Cane shook her head, "I told you to get some sleep, but did you listen to me, no."

Jason just groaned in reply. Candy Pop returned, "One coffee for the tired toy-maker, one butter beer for the little one, one earl grey tea for my sister, and one dark red for me."

Calla opened her butter beer and sniffed it lightly, "Doesn't this have alcohol in it?"

"A small amount that won't do anything to you," Candy Pop assured her, "So have you decided what kind of pet you want?"

Calla took a tentative sip and hummed softly, "I don't know. I haven't really thought of one."

"We'll stop at the pet store and let you wander around," Jason decided, "I don't care what you get so long as you take care of it and house train it,"

"I will," Calla wondered what she'd end up getting, "Who's supposed to guide us?"

"Someone named Hagrid. He went to school with your mom and uncles," Candy Cane answered, "He's a really big guy,"

The door to the pub opened to reveal a large man with wild black hair and black eyes that reminded Calla of beetles. He was at least twice the size of a normal man. He had a rather large beard that was as wild as the rest of his hair. He wore an overly large and patchwork jacket with black boots. The barman spoke, "Hagrid! How are you today? Coming in for a nip'o whiskey?"

"No, Headmaster Dumbledore has a job fer me," The man said earning a curious look from the barman, "Tom, Did ya happen ta see a group o' four? Two gents, one lass, and a little lass?"

"In the second back booth, Hagrid," The barman pointed to the booth they'd taken up.

The large man focused on them and walked over, "'Ello everyone! The headmaster sent me ta show ya around. My name is Rubeus Hagrid. I'm the keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Hagrid," Candy Cane smiled up at him, "Lily and James spoke highly of you. My name is Candice Crane," Candy Cane pointed to her brother, "This is my twin brother Phelan Crane. The red haired man currently nursing his coffee is Jason Maker and the kitten sitting next to him is his daughter, Calla,"

Hagrid's eyes settled on Calla and tears well up, "Little Calla, ye've grown since the last time I saw ya. Ya were just a wee little tot that could fit in me hand," He looked towards Jason and eyed him, "So yer the one tha's claimin' ta be 'er father."

Jason finished his coffee and looked at Hagrid, "I am her father."

Hagrid frowned, "I suppose yah do look more like 'er than James."

Calla didn't think having a conversation like this in a grimy pub was a good idea, "Can we get going? I really want to see the Alley."

"Yes," Jason stood up and got out of the booth, "Let's get going,"

They headed to Gringotts first to get money. The goblin eyed the Pastas and Calla warily. It was clear that they knew what the Pastas were which wasn't a surprise as they were a species of fey. Hagrid led them to one of the few open tellers, "Miss Calla Potter wishes to make a withdrawal."

"And does Miss Calla Potter have her key?" The goblin peered over the edge of the desk.

"Oh, I have it right here," Hagrid reached into his pocket and began pulling things out.

Calla frowned softly, "How come you have my key?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore gave it to me," Hagrid explained while pulling out a small silver key.

The goblin took the key from Hagrid and looked it over, "Everything seems in order though for future notice, it would be better if you do not give your key to anyone, Miss Potter."

"Master Goblin, I would also like to check on the state of affairs for my own vault," Jason said while withdrawing his own key which was a made of a gold rather than silver.

"Of course, Mister Maker," The goblin took the key, "It is a pleasure to see you again. Am I to assume that you wish to make a withdrawal as well?"

"Yes," Jason settled his hand on Calla's head.

The goblin barked out something in gobbledygook and a second goblin appeared. The first goblin spoke, "Miss Potter, please follow Griphook. Mister Maker, if you'll follow me."

Hagrid cleared his throat, "The headmaster also wishes for me to get you know what from vault you know which."

Calla rolled her eyes at how unsubtle the man was and wondered if all magicals from England were like that. The goblin frowned and held out it's hand. Hagrid quickly produced a letter and handed it over. The goblin opened the letter and began looking through it before nodding, "Everything seems to be in order," The goblin barked something out again and a second goblin appeared, "Mr. Hagrid, you will follow Steelfang."

Hagrid looked ready to argue, but everyone went their own way after Calla was handed her key. The ride down was fun though Calla could've done without the small the smell of sulfur. Calla spoke as the cart traveled down the track, "Why do I smell sulfur?"

"The bank is guarded by dragons, Little One," Candy Pop answered earning a look of surprise from Calla, "I remember seeing them when James came down here a few times,"

"Does that mean there's a dragon keeper goblin clan?" Calla asked their guide.

The goblin looked somewhat surprised, but managed to nod, "Yes."

"It must be a cool job even with how dangerous it is," Calla said earning a slight nod.

As soon as they got a bag filled with a good number of magical currency, they headed back up top. Jason was waiting for them and Calla rushed over to her father, "Papa, did you know that the goblins have their own dragon keepers and that they have the largest amount of Ukrainian Ironbellies in current history?"

"No," Jason looked at Candy Pop earning a snicker.

"She was asking the poor goblin guiding us all sorts of questions once she learned they had dragons guarding the bank," Candy Pop answered with a slight grin.

Calla flushed lightly before asking, "Did everything go okay, Papa?"

"Mhmm and I was able to temporarily take over the Potter and Black family assets," Jason answered as they waited for Hagrid to reappear, "You're the heir to both and as the Black's current head is imprisoned, I can take over their assets until you come of age. Of course, I will be giving them to Sirius to look after once he's released from prison and his health is restored,"

Calla frowned, "But how am I heir to either of them? I thought magicals here were all about blood."

"They are, but since your mother was blood adopted by both James and Sirius before you were conceived, you're able to inherit," Jason explained with a patient smile, "Of course, if it weren't for Sirius making you his heir, you wouldn't be able to inherit the Black family assets even with the ties your mother had to him,"

"Oh," It still didn't really make sense to Calla.

Jason chuckled softly, "Magicals rarely make sense, My Precious Doll."

Deciding it didn't really matter since she wasn't going to be spending much time in the magical world once she got done Hogwarts, Calla took out her list and looked it over, "How are we doing this?"

"We'll have Hagrid show us to the robe shop," Jason decided while taking the list, "We'll split up while you're getting your robes. Candy Cane will stick with you while Candy Pop and I get you a trunk along with the equipment you'll need for the astronomy class. You two should be able to get all the clothing items from the robe shop,"

"Can I get one of those expandable bags?" Calla asked him earning a raised eyebrow, "While I'll mostly use it for day to day stuff, it'll be useful if I need to get extra books from the library not to mention what I can use it for during winter break and the summer,"

Jason nodded lightly, "I'll see about getting one with a feather light charm. Do you have any specific features you want with your trunk?"

"I know you can do a lot with it, Papa, but maybe a password? If Dumbledore's right about me being famous, I wouldn't put it past some idiots trying to get into my trunk," Calla said earning another nod, "And maybe one with three compartments? I want to take my toys to school along with extra stuff to do projects,"

"I don't see why not," Jason replied earning a thankful smile from Calla.

Hagrid soon appeared and they got started on their shopping.

Calla stepped onto the platform that the witch had indicated and found herself next to a blond boy. He was slim compared to the other wizarding kids she'd seen since entering the alley and his features were aristocratic. He had mercury colored eyes which was rare among magicals of purely human descent meaning he likely had some form of creature in his blood though it had likely been many generations since the blood was introduced. He had more energy than some of the magicals she'd passed and felt not entirely unpleasant like most of the English magicals. The boy had an arrogance about him though which made her somewhat wary of him. He glanced at her, "Hogwarts?"

"Mhmm," Calla hummed as she patiently waited for the witch to fit her robe, "First year as well?"

"Yes," The boy smiled slightly, "My mother is getting my books and my father is looking at wands. Where are your parents?"

"My Papa is getting my trunk and some other supplies along with a family friend," Calla tilted her head towards where Candy Cane was looking through the racks of clothing for anything that she thought the little witch would like, "Candice, the twin sister of the family friend, is helping me get my clothing and other supplies. My mom died when I very young,"

The boy frowned, "I am sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Calla was pulling on the past interactions she'd had with the children from the various areas they'd spent time in, "Do you know what house you'll be in?"

"Slytherin. My entire family has been in it for generations," The boy's chest puffed up like some type of oversize bird, "You?"

"I'm not very picky though Gryffindor and Ravenclaw certainly have appeal to them," Calla tried not to move when the witch began using her needles, "My mother was in Gryffindor along with my uncles," She looked at the boy, "You do realize that just because your family has gone into Slytherin for generations that it doesn't mean you won't end up in another? After all, we maybe children, but we are our own persons not to mention that the Hogwarts houses don't really mean much in the real world. They may help, but in the end, anyone can become something amazing if they simply try,"

The boy frowned slightly, "I suppose though I hope that I don't end up in Hufflepuff."

"Why?" Calla asked since Hufflepuff seemed like a fine house, "The people that come from that house are incredibly loyal and hard working. I would rather have someone like that watching my back than a group of friends that would abandon me at a moments notice. Adding on, I think a majority of the current Healers and Aurors are former members of Hufflepuff. In fact, I think the head of the law enforcement was a Hufflepuff,"

The boy seemed to have been shocked into silence which was fine by Calla. Candy Cane walked over holding up a scarf, "What do you think about this for the winter months?"

It was a dark blue almost black color with light purple swirls. Calla peered at it, "How soft is it?"

"Very soft," Candy Cane knew how much it bothered Calla to have any rough fabrics around or near her neck.

It made getting dresses with collars difficult since most were made of rough fabrics or lace. Calla thought about it before saying, "I want to try it on and see how it feels before I settle on it."

"Right," Candy Cane added it to a steadily growing pile of clothing that Calla was going to have to try out.

The boy spoke, "She doesn't seem English."

"She's Irish," Calla tried not to fidget as it was becoming tiring standing in one place, "My Papa is too, but my mother was English. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No, I was caught off guard by her accent," The boy said while looking at her, "You don't sound very English either,"

"My family travels a lot," Calla explained, "I haven't lived in England since I was eight,"

Not to mention, she had learned how to mimic the accents of the people that lived in the places they visited. It had started as a game between Candy Cane and Candy Pop during a rather slow few days. She had joined in out of curiosity and so had Jason. Eventually, it became a race to see who could do it the fastest. She had never won, but she usually ended up being the third person to manage it after a year of doing it. The boy was silent for a few moments before saying, "My name is Draco. Draco Malfoy."

Immediatly after hearing that, Calla had to fight a laugh. While she doubted the boy had ever been to the non-magical side of things let alone seen a movie, it was still funny to hear him say it a'la James Bond. Stifling her mouth, Calla said, "Calla Maker."

It had been decided that Calla would go by Jason's human name to keep her from being mobbed by her 'adoring' public. She didn't mind since it was the name on her non-magical documents. Despite thinking his daughter had died, Jason had kept her true birth certificate in his office which had paid off when to the human world, she had been dead since the fire. Apparently all the blood stains and stuff that had built up over the years had left a significant enough trace to lead the police and fire department to assume her body had burned to the point that it had crumbled to ash. Jason had found it fairly quickly after it was announced in the news paper. She was still surprised that she apparently had two birth certificates, but didn't let it bother her. After all, it meant she'd be able to ditch Calla Potter if the magical world sucked.

The boy frowned, "That doesn't sound like any pureblood name."

"Malfoy doesn't either," Calla retorted.

Before the boy could reply, the witch working on his robes finished up and he left with his mother. Call only had to endure the fitting for a little bit longer before being released.

The shopping trip passed relatively quickly save for two instances. One was at the apothecary as Calla wanted to look through the ingredients thoroughly before picking the best. Hagrid had gained a rather pained look on his face though she didn't know why. The second was at the bookstore where all of them save for Hagrid ended up lingering for awhile. She didn't know why, but something in the store left her father bad tempered. All too soon, they were at the last two stops on their journey. Her new pet and her wand. They headed into the pet shop first and immediately, all of the animals inside did their best to avoid the Pastas. Jason looked down at her, "Go on and see if you can't find something."

Calla nodded slowly and began to wander through the aisles. It wasn't until she was near the back of the shop that she found something that wasn't afraid of her and seemed interesting. In a cage on the bottom shelf, a small raccoon/dog like creature was staring up at her with pale blue eyes. It had sand colored fur. The thing that really caught her attention was the energy radiating off of it. It felt oddly like static though it was by no means painful. If anything, it felt really nice. Reaching out a hand, she pressed the tip of her finger to the bars, "Hello, little one."

The animal moved from it's place in the middle of the cage and sniffed at her finger tip before licking it. Giggling, she turned as footsteps sounded and found Candy Pop walking towards her, "Find something, Little One?"

"I like this one," Calla gestured to the animal.

Candy Pop bent down to take a closer look at it and chuckled, "I don't think Tanuki's are allowed at Hogwarts, Little One."

"Tanuki?" Calla remembered the stories she'd read about them when looking into the various animals native to Asia, "How'd this little guy end up here?"

"Not too sure though it seems pretty young," Candy Pop stood up, "It's definitely not a non-magical one. Are you sure that you want this one?"

Calla nodded without even having to think about it since there was something about the tanuki that drew her to it, "Yes."

"I'll go get the sales person and tell Jay," Candy Pop looked down at her, "I suppose we'll have to tell Hagrid and see if we can't get an exception made for you. It has happened before,"

Soon enough, Calla was carrying her new tanuki in a modified cat-carrier while Candy Pop carried the things she would need to take care of it. Candy Cane had laughed at the sight of her new pet while Jason had only muttered that he was glad it wasn't a cat. Apparently her father didn't like cats very much outside of Grinny, she would have to teach her new tanuki to not mess with her father's toys especially since Liquorice was shaped like a mouse. Hagrid promised to tell Headmaster Dumbledore and hopefully, an exception to the pet-rule would be made. Calla's wand was next. Hagrid made his excuses and left them though he did pause to wish her good luck in getting a wand.

The wand store was filled with so much energy that it made Calla's head hurt. She had to grab a hold of Candy Pop to keep herself stable. Candy Pop looked down at her in concern, "You going to be okay, Little One?"

"The young sensor just needs to acclimate to the magic within the store," A whispery voice spoke from nearby, "I assume that Miss Potter or Miss Maker as the case maybe is here for her wand?"

"Yes, Ollivander," Calla closed her eyes as she heard her father speak though his voice sounded a little strained, "You haven't changed since we were last in here getting Lily a wand,"

"We fey rarely change in so little time as you well know, Dear Toy-Maker," The voice said, "I find myself needing to apologize. It was one of my wands that took your wife and her brother. And it almost killed your daughter,"

"As they say, it's the person that kills not the weapon," Jason replied.

As soon as her head stopped hurting, they began the search for her wand. Ollivander was a tall man with moon beam pale hair and similarly colored eyes. He had an agelessness about him despite the fact he looked as old as Dumbledore if not older. He radiated a confusing mix of energies much like most fey, but there was something more controlled about it that non-humanoid fey lacked. One thing she knew when it came to fey was that their energy always felt soothing and non-dangerous. Ollivander handed her a wand, "Flick it."

As soon as she did, a vase sitting on an end table exploded in a shower of clay, "Oops."

"It's fine, Little Maker," Ollivander chuckled, "It always happens,"

Calla was getting irritated by the moment. After almost 120, she was beginning to doubt that she'd ever find her wand. She was also getting irritated with Ollivander. For whatever reason, he seemed to be getting more and more excited by the moment. She had found one that felt kind of like it would fit, but it ended up turning to ash leaving on a feather. She was allowed to keep the feather if only because Ollivander said it was attached to her. Of course, she had to admit turning Candy Pop's hair into cotton candy was hilarious. Finally, Ollivander said, "Perhaps your wand isn't among the usual pairings. Give me a moment."

Ollivander disappeared into the back and Calla turned to Jason, "Papa, how many wands did Mama go through before finding hers?"

"Somewhere between twenty to thirty," Jason answered earning a groan from Calla, "Don't worry, you'll find your wand,"

Ollivander returned carrying ten black boxes, "These are so of the more interesting mixes I have available," Ollivander picked up one box and pulled out the wand, "Apple wood with a thunder bird feather core and sea nymph hair. Ten inches, flexible, and very swish."

The wand was barely in her hand before Ollivander took it back. This happened three more times, Calla only got to wave two of them. Ollivander pulled out a wand that radiated an energy that left her breathless. Ollivander handed it to her and she could feel the innate energy within the wand connecting to her's and filling her with with warmth. She felt completed as she waved the wand causing waves of gold and red streaked green sparks to come out of the end. She murmured softly, "Mine."

"Pine wood with thestral tail hair coiled around a green phoenix tail feather. Thirteen inches and very firm," Ollivander stared at the goldish brown wood that had carved vines, "A wand tied heavily to life and death. It is a very good match for you, Little Sensor," Ollivander smiled at Calla, "You will do great things. Perhaps they won't be good things by wizarding standards, but you will do great things,"

Calla looked down at her wand and tighten her fingers around it.