Chpt 2: Back To Diagon Alley
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It was two weeks after their Muggle holiday in Spain, and the Weasleys were travelling up to London. Clara was starting her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She, like both of her parents before her, was in Gryffindor. They went up to London to purchase her schoolbooks, potion ingredients, equipment, etc. Her parents also bought her a DOGSTAR 2010, the fastest racing broom in Europe, as an early birthday present and because she was made Head Girl and Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Clara had acquired her father's obsession with Quidditch, though in a more minute form. She followed Quidditch and adored playing it but she didn't talk about it all the time or support a particular team. She just really, really liked it. They were not only in Diagon Alley to get Clara's school things. Ron and Hermione needed to get things for work as well. Ron worked for the Daily Prophet as a book critic. He was widely known for his fairness in his reviews and every book that received a good review from him was a bestseller. This made the Weasleys quite wealthy seeing as Ron got a raise for every five best selling books he reviewed! Hermione was doing well also. She was Head and Founder of her own organisation. She was well renowned for her work in The Magical Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Magical Creatures (MSPCMC). She had saved many creatures from wizards and muggles alike, and last year she received the Wizarding Award for Most Outstanding Achievements (WAMDA). Ron and Clara, and everybody else for that matter, were never prouder of her. "You deserve it, love" Ron had said. Clara grinned as she thought back to the wild party Fred and George threw that night. She chuckled as she remembered how her father had unwittingly accepted a Sugar Quill from George, and then, after eating it, could only imitate what the person who had spoken to him last had said. In their voice! He got a lot of physical abuse from over-sensitive people who thought they were being made fun of! Fred and George were rolling all over the place with laughter. "Imitater Quills" Fred had told Clara. "The eater can only imitate whoever spoke to him last." "Our latest invention" added George. Even at the age of 36 Ron was still a favourite target of the twins' jokes! But still, they didn't do it too often. Ron was still very tall and strong, and had a very quick temper! The twins weren't stupid! Clara smiled fondly as she thought of her favourite uncles. She'd never say it in case she hurt anyone's feelings, but Fred and George were her favourite uncles. They always made her laugh and were full of life and still getting up to mischief at the age of 39!
"Let's see. I need a lot more parchment and quills and ink and.oh! I need a paperweight." Ron's voice brought Clara back down to earth. "What on earth do you need a paperweight for?" inquired Hermione. "Oh duh! For weighing down paper of course! Honestly Hermione, you of all people should know. It's a Muggle thing isn't it?" Ron replied. Hermione was breathing very quickly through her nose, trying to stifle her laughter. "A paperweight is a decoration Ron! People who work in offices put them on their desks to make them look more professional!" Ron went crimson and behind him Clara was bent over , holding her sides. "You're - clue - less - Dad!" she said between her gales of laughter. "Oh shut up Clara!" Ron snapped. "Don't talk to me like that" she replied, in mock anger but still giggling slightly. Ron stomped sulkily into Flourish and Blotts looking very much like a 6"5 ten year old child! Clara and Hermione followed him in, giggling quietly. They then proceeded to find Clara's books for seventh year. "Okay. I need 'The Standard Book of Spells Grade 7', 'Transfiguration: The Definitive Edition', 'The Nasty Book of Smelly Herbs' , 'Famous Quidditch Accidents Throughout History' - " "Nice try Clara", said her mother. "No mum. I do need it for History of Magic", Clara replied. Hermione snorted with laughter. "Since when did Binns teach anything in his classes other than the Goblin Rebellions." "Since never, Mum", Clara answered. "That's still all he teaches! But we've got a new teacher this year. Binns said he's taking a few hundred years off!" Clara explained. "Oh really, Clara dear." Hermione wasn't convinced. "Why won't you believe me?" her 17- year old daughter whined. Hermione looked at her closely and said "Because I know you too well and I know how much you want that book!" Clara handed her mother a long piece of yellow parchment with green writing on it. "Fine", she said. "If you don't believe me then you can check it for yourself." Hermione scanned through the list and sure enough there it was, 'FAMOUS QUIDDITCH ACCCIDENTS THROUGHOUT HISTORY' written in bold at the end. "I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "Binns must be taking time off. He would never have set this book for the year." Clara smirked. "I told you!" she said. "Alright smart alec, you've made your point! Now let's get the rest of your books" Hermione retorted. They purchased Clara's books and found Ron looking at the Quidditch magazines. Hermione poked him in the back. "What?" he asked, turning to face her. "We have to go and meet the others now. Come on!" "Alright. I'm coming." The three of them left the shop and stepped out into the glorious morning sun.
DISCLAIMER: Own nothing except for what I made up
It was two weeks after their Muggle holiday in Spain, and the Weasleys were travelling up to London. Clara was starting her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She, like both of her parents before her, was in Gryffindor. They went up to London to purchase her schoolbooks, potion ingredients, equipment, etc. Her parents also bought her a DOGSTAR 2010, the fastest racing broom in Europe, as an early birthday present and because she was made Head Girl and Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Clara had acquired her father's obsession with Quidditch, though in a more minute form. She followed Quidditch and adored playing it but she didn't talk about it all the time or support a particular team. She just really, really liked it. They were not only in Diagon Alley to get Clara's school things. Ron and Hermione needed to get things for work as well. Ron worked for the Daily Prophet as a book critic. He was widely known for his fairness in his reviews and every book that received a good review from him was a bestseller. This made the Weasleys quite wealthy seeing as Ron got a raise for every five best selling books he reviewed! Hermione was doing well also. She was Head and Founder of her own organisation. She was well renowned for her work in The Magical Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Magical Creatures (MSPCMC). She had saved many creatures from wizards and muggles alike, and last year she received the Wizarding Award for Most Outstanding Achievements (WAMDA). Ron and Clara, and everybody else for that matter, were never prouder of her. "You deserve it, love" Ron had said. Clara grinned as she thought back to the wild party Fred and George threw that night. She chuckled as she remembered how her father had unwittingly accepted a Sugar Quill from George, and then, after eating it, could only imitate what the person who had spoken to him last had said. In their voice! He got a lot of physical abuse from over-sensitive people who thought they were being made fun of! Fred and George were rolling all over the place with laughter. "Imitater Quills" Fred had told Clara. "The eater can only imitate whoever spoke to him last." "Our latest invention" added George. Even at the age of 36 Ron was still a favourite target of the twins' jokes! But still, they didn't do it too often. Ron was still very tall and strong, and had a very quick temper! The twins weren't stupid! Clara smiled fondly as she thought of her favourite uncles. She'd never say it in case she hurt anyone's feelings, but Fred and George were her favourite uncles. They always made her laugh and were full of life and still getting up to mischief at the age of 39!
"Let's see. I need a lot more parchment and quills and ink and.oh! I need a paperweight." Ron's voice brought Clara back down to earth. "What on earth do you need a paperweight for?" inquired Hermione. "Oh duh! For weighing down paper of course! Honestly Hermione, you of all people should know. It's a Muggle thing isn't it?" Ron replied. Hermione was breathing very quickly through her nose, trying to stifle her laughter. "A paperweight is a decoration Ron! People who work in offices put them on their desks to make them look more professional!" Ron went crimson and behind him Clara was bent over , holding her sides. "You're - clue - less - Dad!" she said between her gales of laughter. "Oh shut up Clara!" Ron snapped. "Don't talk to me like that" she replied, in mock anger but still giggling slightly. Ron stomped sulkily into Flourish and Blotts looking very much like a 6"5 ten year old child! Clara and Hermione followed him in, giggling quietly. They then proceeded to find Clara's books for seventh year. "Okay. I need 'The Standard Book of Spells Grade 7', 'Transfiguration: The Definitive Edition', 'The Nasty Book of Smelly Herbs' , 'Famous Quidditch Accidents Throughout History' - " "Nice try Clara", said her mother. "No mum. I do need it for History of Magic", Clara replied. Hermione snorted with laughter. "Since when did Binns teach anything in his classes other than the Goblin Rebellions." "Since never, Mum", Clara answered. "That's still all he teaches! But we've got a new teacher this year. Binns said he's taking a few hundred years off!" Clara explained. "Oh really, Clara dear." Hermione wasn't convinced. "Why won't you believe me?" her 17- year old daughter whined. Hermione looked at her closely and said "Because I know you too well and I know how much you want that book!" Clara handed her mother a long piece of yellow parchment with green writing on it. "Fine", she said. "If you don't believe me then you can check it for yourself." Hermione scanned through the list and sure enough there it was, 'FAMOUS QUIDDITCH ACCCIDENTS THROUGHOUT HISTORY' written in bold at the end. "I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "Binns must be taking time off. He would never have set this book for the year." Clara smirked. "I told you!" she said. "Alright smart alec, you've made your point! Now let's get the rest of your books" Hermione retorted. They purchased Clara's books and found Ron looking at the Quidditch magazines. Hermione poked him in the back. "What?" he asked, turning to face her. "We have to go and meet the others now. Come on!" "Alright. I'm coming." The three of them left the shop and stepped out into the glorious morning sun.