Part One
Chapter 5
Diagon Alley---the following day
"The Quiksilver 3000." Alex breathed, face plastered against the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies where, sitting atop a splendid silver platform, was the newest edition to the Quidditch world.
"The God of all broomsticks." Alyx swooned.
"The fastest ever." Roger Friday.
"A streamlined, magi-propulsion tail . . ." Benjamin Edwards trailed off.
". . . a handle of two completely different types of wood . . ."
" . . . silver oak and fire-fly black birch to create the ultimate balance between rider and broomstick." Alexander Griffin recited, sounding more like a Quidditch magazine then anything else.
"Uncle Harry's so lucky." Alex sighed, pulling his eyes off the sleek broomstick. "I can't believe it."
"The Cannons are defiantly taking the cup again this year. Their whole team just got a shipment in yesterday." Alyx murmured.
"I can't believe you two are getting Quiksilvers for your birthdays." Ben sighed too, looking longingly at the Quiksilver.
"WHAT?" Both Weasleys snapped around.
"Oops." He muttered, desperately trying to sidestep Alex before winding up pinned against the crumbling brick next to the shop window. "I didn't say anything." He lied promptly.
"Benjamin Levi Edwards don't you dare lie to me." Alyx sneered, sounding very much like her strict grandmother.
"Spill." Alex shook his friend's collar roughly.
"Now."
"YourfamiliessavedtogetthetwoofyouQuiksilversforthenewQuidditchseason." He let out in one great rush.
"Slower." Alex said calmly, lifting the boy an inch or so off the ground, his thickly muscled Beaters arms quivering slightly as he did so.
"Your families saved to get the two of you Quiksilvers for the new Quidditch season!" Alex let go of him.
"Are you serious?"
"Come now, why would I lie?" He answered, making a show of the fixing of his tee-shirt.
"A Quiksilver 3000," Alyx said, walking away from the shop. "Alex, can you believe that?"
"Incredible," Alex murmured following the girl past Florish and Bloots, Flourene Florean Fortescue's, and The Apothecary over to the trick shop, Weasley's Wizard Weezes. Three giant purple W's were arranged over a large display window containing a giant floating orb that was changing colours as different wizards and witches passed it.
"You can't tell." Ben insisted frantically as they entered the shop. "I wasn't supposed to know, and when I found out they made me promise not to tell you."
"Oh, we won't tell." Alex promised, picking his way through the shelves of tricks and pranks, past a small boy with cream-coloured hair and up to the front counter.
"We'd never tell on something this good and risk losing those brooms." She finished for him, ringing the bell at the front counter. Her father immerged from the back of the shop, his hands bright blue.
--
"Bye mum!" Sirius Potter shouted over his shoulder as he, Charles Potter, Sean Potter, and Michael Weasley darted away from their parents.
"Just be back at the Burrow by six-thirty!" Ginny shouted at the retreating boys. "And get all your supplies!"
"Yeah!"
"Sure!"
"Right! SCHOOL supplies!"
"REAL schools things Sirius!"
" know!" And his raven head disappeared into the crowd.
"Let's go to The Apothecary first." Michael said, grinning mischievously. "I like switching the signs."
"Right."
As the four boys entered the Apothecary, carefully avoiding catching the owner's eye, they made their way through the aisles snatching up price tickets and labels. Sirius scooped up a large batch of scarab beetles and started trailing them along the edge of a low wooden shelf and enchanting them with a few well chosen words and a waggle of his fingers. After all, it's only magic with the use of one's wand that is forbidden outside of Hogwarts. The beetles started flashing different colours and hopping up and down on the smooth surface.
Michael, who had accumulated quite a few well chosen signs and price tickets in the two minuets they'd been in the shoppe, began to rearrange them: Unicorn buttocks 27 galleons a feather and porcupine beetles at 2700 knuts an ounce.
--
"Owen!" someone hissed from the alleyway between Flourish and Blotts and Quality Quidditch Supplies (the two most different stores on the entire street). "Psst, Owen!" Owen Weasley, Percy's youngest at thirteen, peered into the dark alleyway only to be yanked into the crevice by his collar.
"Who's there?" He squinted at the short form before him in the sudden darkness.
"Who d' ye think it is Bludgerbum?" A young Scottish voice snipped back sarcastically.
"Sebastian?"
"I would 'ave thought tha' was obvious."
"Where's---?"
"We're meetin' them there an' now we're late because of ye."
"How'd you expect me to be on time when you didn't even tell me what this was about." Owen hissed at the tiny boy as they scurried through the back alleys, moving fast towards the heart of Diagon Alley.
"Tell m'pea-face, what's the date?" Sebastian Alexander smirked taking a right.
"The thirty . . . first?"
"Correct. And might ye' remember who's arrivin' today?"
"The Magpies!"
"Thank ye! It took ye long enough."
"Yeah, they're playing the Cannon's tomorrow, I remember." Sebastian threw his arm out, stopping Owen in his tracks. "What'd you do that for?"
"We're 'ere."
"Oh, where're Max and Ian?"
"Right here." The two boys materialized in the shadows beside them.
"Are the Magpies here yet?" Maxwell Potter asked, stuffing his dad's and now his, invisibility cloak into an ancient orange backpack.
"What time is it?" Ian Weber demanded at the same time, peering out of the alley and into the bright sunshine.
"Just one." Owen replied.
"They're late."
"The Cannons are getting here at 1:30, right Max?"
"Yeah, see all the fans over there?" Max pointed vaguely in the direction of the masses of witches and wizards clad in orange and holding signs.
"Max," Sebastian laughed. "Look a' those witches!" He was pointing at seven pretty girls of sixteen who were all dressed only in bright orange under things bearing the Chudley Cannons emblem and holding different signs; 'Marry me Anders!', 'Kiss me McKibbit', and 'Let me ROCK your world Potter!'. "One of'm 'as yeh da's name on it Potter." He smirked. Max could only laugh.
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A/N: Okay, I know it took me ages to finally post but I had the biggest brain block in the entire Universe! A special thanks to Gothic Valley Girl who gave me a great review and finally got me writing this again! And the next chapter will be up much sooner and include a broader range of characters. Thanks!
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Chapter 5
Diagon Alley---the following day
"The Quiksilver 3000." Alex breathed, face plastered against the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies where, sitting atop a splendid silver platform, was the newest edition to the Quidditch world.
"The God of all broomsticks." Alyx swooned.
"The fastest ever." Roger Friday.
"A streamlined, magi-propulsion tail . . ." Benjamin Edwards trailed off.
". . . a handle of two completely different types of wood . . ."
" . . . silver oak and fire-fly black birch to create the ultimate balance between rider and broomstick." Alexander Griffin recited, sounding more like a Quidditch magazine then anything else.
"Uncle Harry's so lucky." Alex sighed, pulling his eyes off the sleek broomstick. "I can't believe it."
"The Cannons are defiantly taking the cup again this year. Their whole team just got a shipment in yesterday." Alyx murmured.
"I can't believe you two are getting Quiksilvers for your birthdays." Ben sighed too, looking longingly at the Quiksilver.
"WHAT?" Both Weasleys snapped around.
"Oops." He muttered, desperately trying to sidestep Alex before winding up pinned against the crumbling brick next to the shop window. "I didn't say anything." He lied promptly.
"Benjamin Levi Edwards don't you dare lie to me." Alyx sneered, sounding very much like her strict grandmother.
"Spill." Alex shook his friend's collar roughly.
"Now."
"YourfamiliessavedtogetthetwoofyouQuiksilversforthenewQuidditchseason." He let out in one great rush.
"Slower." Alex said calmly, lifting the boy an inch or so off the ground, his thickly muscled Beaters arms quivering slightly as he did so.
"Your families saved to get the two of you Quiksilvers for the new Quidditch season!" Alex let go of him.
"Are you serious?"
"Come now, why would I lie?" He answered, making a show of the fixing of his tee-shirt.
"A Quiksilver 3000," Alyx said, walking away from the shop. "Alex, can you believe that?"
"Incredible," Alex murmured following the girl past Florish and Bloots, Flourene Florean Fortescue's, and The Apothecary over to the trick shop, Weasley's Wizard Weezes. Three giant purple W's were arranged over a large display window containing a giant floating orb that was changing colours as different wizards and witches passed it.
"You can't tell." Ben insisted frantically as they entered the shop. "I wasn't supposed to know, and when I found out they made me promise not to tell you."
"Oh, we won't tell." Alex promised, picking his way through the shelves of tricks and pranks, past a small boy with cream-coloured hair and up to the front counter.
"We'd never tell on something this good and risk losing those brooms." She finished for him, ringing the bell at the front counter. Her father immerged from the back of the shop, his hands bright blue.
--
"Bye mum!" Sirius Potter shouted over his shoulder as he, Charles Potter, Sean Potter, and Michael Weasley darted away from their parents.
"Just be back at the Burrow by six-thirty!" Ginny shouted at the retreating boys. "And get all your supplies!"
"Yeah!"
"Sure!"
"Right! SCHOOL supplies!"
"REAL schools things Sirius!"
" know!" And his raven head disappeared into the crowd.
"Let's go to The Apothecary first." Michael said, grinning mischievously. "I like switching the signs."
"Right."
As the four boys entered the Apothecary, carefully avoiding catching the owner's eye, they made their way through the aisles snatching up price tickets and labels. Sirius scooped up a large batch of scarab beetles and started trailing them along the edge of a low wooden shelf and enchanting them with a few well chosen words and a waggle of his fingers. After all, it's only magic with the use of one's wand that is forbidden outside of Hogwarts. The beetles started flashing different colours and hopping up and down on the smooth surface.
Michael, who had accumulated quite a few well chosen signs and price tickets in the two minuets they'd been in the shoppe, began to rearrange them: Unicorn buttocks 27 galleons a feather and porcupine beetles at 2700 knuts an ounce.
--
"Owen!" someone hissed from the alleyway between Flourish and Blotts and Quality Quidditch Supplies (the two most different stores on the entire street). "Psst, Owen!" Owen Weasley, Percy's youngest at thirteen, peered into the dark alleyway only to be yanked into the crevice by his collar.
"Who's there?" He squinted at the short form before him in the sudden darkness.
"Who d' ye think it is Bludgerbum?" A young Scottish voice snipped back sarcastically.
"Sebastian?"
"I would 'ave thought tha' was obvious."
"Where's---?"
"We're meetin' them there an' now we're late because of ye."
"How'd you expect me to be on time when you didn't even tell me what this was about." Owen hissed at the tiny boy as they scurried through the back alleys, moving fast towards the heart of Diagon Alley.
"Tell m'pea-face, what's the date?" Sebastian Alexander smirked taking a right.
"The thirty . . . first?"
"Correct. And might ye' remember who's arrivin' today?"
"The Magpies!"
"Thank ye! It took ye long enough."
"Yeah, they're playing the Cannon's tomorrow, I remember." Sebastian threw his arm out, stopping Owen in his tracks. "What'd you do that for?"
"We're 'ere."
"Oh, where're Max and Ian?"
"Right here." The two boys materialized in the shadows beside them.
"Are the Magpies here yet?" Maxwell Potter asked, stuffing his dad's and now his, invisibility cloak into an ancient orange backpack.
"What time is it?" Ian Weber demanded at the same time, peering out of the alley and into the bright sunshine.
"Just one." Owen replied.
"They're late."
"The Cannons are getting here at 1:30, right Max?"
"Yeah, see all the fans over there?" Max pointed vaguely in the direction of the masses of witches and wizards clad in orange and holding signs.
"Max," Sebastian laughed. "Look a' those witches!" He was pointing at seven pretty girls of sixteen who were all dressed only in bright orange under things bearing the Chudley Cannons emblem and holding different signs; 'Marry me Anders!', 'Kiss me McKibbit', and 'Let me ROCK your world Potter!'. "One of'm 'as yeh da's name on it Potter." He smirked. Max could only laugh.
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¸.·´ ·´¨¨))
((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸.·´*
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A/N: Okay, I know it took me ages to finally post but I had the biggest brain block in the entire Universe! A special thanks to Gothic Valley Girl who gave me a great review and finally got me writing this again! And the next chapter will be up much sooner and include a broader range of characters. Thanks!
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¸.·´¸.·´¨) `v´ (¨`·.¸`·.¸
(¸.·´ (.:*K.L.Spitfire*:.) `· ¸)