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Chapter 2 - Sam Experiences Diagonally

Sam worked up the courage to leave the little room on the second day. After allowing himself a moment to panic he composes himself and reads the letter again. A teacher. He's never really thought of teaching anyone what he did for a living. Hunting wasn't something that was done in a classroom with a set plan, it was something one was forced into, by blood and personal tragedy.

He supposed that there was a first time for everything. After he had re-read everything he had taken to people watching out of the window. Wizards he decided were odd. They wore cloaks and sometimes pointy hats - and overall they were old-fashioned for the present. It was an odd mix, but he was surprised to find that it wasn't out of place.

It was now the second day and he was a bit nervous to venture out, but he needed something to eat, and he supposed that he needed money. He also supposed that he should get started on his lessons for the year ahead. He didn't have a robe, but he figured that it would be alright - not everyone was wearing one.

Leaving the room was a bit of a relief, he had found that the mirror talked, and while he had experienced many strange things while hunting talking objects hadn't been one of them.

The pub down below was quiet and he assumed it was more lively in the evening, but he was glad for the lull in activity.

"Ah, so he finally comes down, how has the lesson planning been going?" Sam turns when he hears a voice directed toward him. He doesn't jump but it's a near thing. He didn't think that anyone had known that he was in the building.

The man who had spoken to him was old, not as old as his father would have been, maybe a little younger, but he had a look about him as if he'd seen more than he should have. Sam should know - he saw that look every day in the mirror.

"Yes, I've never taught before, I need several more books" Sam answers, it sounds good in his head, and he's glad that he's had so much practice with BS'ing explanations.

The man smiles, and introduces himself - "In case you don't remember." Sam nods his thanks and takes a seat after ordering a coffee, and some toast. He's hungry, but he doesn't think that he could eat much of anything. Tom as he had introduced himself nodded and told him that he's put it on his tab. Sam's insanely grateful for that.

He eats slowly and glances around the room. Magic as he has come to realize is an essential part of every day. He watches out of the corner of his eye as a man moves a spoon around a teacup without touching it - he thinks that Dean would have gotten a kick out of that.

Sam waits a bit longer and then follows a different man out into the alley. He was surprised that it worked, but from what he viewed through his window, these people don't seem to have a lot of perceptiveness outside of their own little world. He makes sure to memorize the brick pattern that was tapped out and then ditches the wizard. He wanders around for an unspecified amount of time before he stumbles upon the bank.

It's as good a time as any to get set up with what he'll need for the school year. Included with his letter had been a basic list of what all the students would have, and Sam decided that getting himself the basic books for each year would not only help him with lesson plans but also his understanding of how to perform magic.

But back to the bank. He didn't know what he had been expecting when he had stepped inside, but walking in and being surrounded by supernatural creatures what not what he had been expecting. Though he had never seen them before he guessed that they were goblins. He took a deep breath and walked forward to the first open desk. They weren't hurting anyone, and he buried his instincts.

"Good afternoon, I'd like to access my vault please" Sam wasn't sure how to address the goblin, but he thought that being as polite as possible was the way to go.

The creature looked up with a sneer, but when Sam didn't flinch or even look put off the goblin dropped the expression with something that looked like a flicker of respect - grudging respect.

"Do you have your key?" The voice was gravely, and Sam took out his key quickly and made to place it on the counter - no-nonsense seemed to be the best option. The Goblin reached forward and Sam froze, the long fingers of the creature gripped his wrist. "Thank you, Mister Winchester" The key slid out of his palm as the Goblin pulled back, "Please follow me"

For such a small creature the Goblin was fast, and Sam despite his long legs had to hurry to keep up. He had an uneasy feeling about the goblin knowing his name, but it couldn't be helped. He wasn't on a hunt. He was at a bank - no matter how strange.

Sam did, however, find that he wasn't a fan of rollercoasters. The ride down to his vault (that was strange to say) was in a rickety cart, that didn't seem to hold laws of physics in any regard.

The ride ended with a halt that gave him whiplash and he was rubbing his neck as he followed down a hallway lined with elaborate-looking doors. "Vault 999 - Winchester" was announced before the key was placed in the vault. The doors clicked open and Sam counted at least 15 deadbolts that unlocked magically.

"Money pouch, be quick, wizard." Was all he got before the goblin turned and stood facing away from the now-open vault.

Sam stepped in and gasped - gold, bronze, and silver coins lined the walls, pooling around the pillars. Walking further into the room he found a note stuck to the center pillar of the room.

'Sam - These are the conversions for the wizarding money. Don't lose them, also don't worry about the money running out. Not even you could buy enough books to dent this.

Chuck

Sam took a quick glance at the currency chart and proceeded to gather up what he thought we would need. The bag he had been given was small but he was surprised to find that it seemed to be bottomless. 'Dean would love a bag like this' Sam thought. He didn't dwell on that though for long instead exiting the vault after emptying several shelves.

There was no small talk on the way back to the surface and he was left unceremoniously after being given back his key. He tried not to be too offended however, he didn't know much about goblins.

The sun blinded him as he walked swiftly outside and he took a moment to gather his wits. He pulled the parchment out and look at it again. The first item at the top of the list was a wand. He gave a little snort at that. He had never needed any sort of conduit to perform spells, but he supposed that any sort of magic he had don't didn't count when it came to this hidden society.

Sam tried to walk with purpose so he didn't stand out as he looked for a place to purchase a wand. He soon found it. It was a small shop called Olivlander's and Sam tried not to judge as he stepped inside.

It was dusty, and some of the windows were cracked. There was almost no light, and Sam spotted a few cobwebs - if he had been hunting, this was where he would have gotten thrown around by a ghost. He stalked inside and tentatively rang the bell and waited.

It wasn't long before an older man scurried out from the tall shelves stacked high with boxes.

"Ah, come for a wand now have you?" Sam nodded unsure of what to do. "Well don't be shy stick out your wand hand" Sam was startled a bit not expecting to just jump into it. He wasn't quite sure what the man was going on about but he gave a little wave with his left.

"Good, good - say you are a bit old for a wand" Olivlander called over his shoulder as he rummaged around.

"Things are a bit different from where I'm from" Sam responded not giving a lot away. Sam's voice seemed to have stopped the man cold in his frantic search for something. Ollivander turned and eyed him for a moment - "are you, Winchester, by chance?"

Sam swallowed and nodded. It was beginning to freak him out that everyone seemed to know or at least heard of him.

The wizard didn't seem at all put off by his uneasiness however, instead he gave a nod, and muttered to himself as he disappeared from the front "-never thought I'd live to see the day - can't believe - that man was right" He tapered off, and Sam was left waiting. He wondered if the man was crazy.

"This is the wand for you" He announced after returning. He placed it reverently on the desk and Sam despite himself leaned inward as the box was opened.

He had to admit that it was beautifully crafted. The handle twisted up in delicate spirals, and the shaft itself was straight and narrow. It wasn't flashy and the rich coloring was a reddish brown. All together he got a feeling of belonging when he looked at it.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take it lad" Olivelander seemed to have become impatient and exited to see what would happen. Sam reached forward and picked it up with only slight hesitation. He lifted it slightly and he felt a gentle wind whip around the room. Something deep inside him connected and Sam knew that it was his soul. 'Oh, I'm really not human anymore' was his desperate thought as the feeling settled. But then he wasn't ever going to see his brother again - did he really need to worry about being human, he hadn't ever been one completely in the first place.

"What's it made out of," Sam asked.

"This here is an Ash wand, 11 2/3" Rigid. But the most interesting thing is the core. Snallygaster heartstring - I don't work with American cores, but a gentleman dropped this wand off years and years ago saying a man would come for it one day." Ollivander paused here and Sam was intrigued. "This wand was made for a leader, but be warned while excellent at casting spells, this wand can be just as stubborn as the owner if not completely in sync."

Sam groaned a little to himself. 'Of course, the wand would be stubborn he was a Winchester after all' Instead out loud he asked if the wand maker had any sort of holster for his new item. Ollivander was more than happy to show him a wide array of holsters, and Sam was only a little giddy when he picked one of the forearm ones. It was enchanted and when he flicked his wrist the wand shot into his hand. 'Nice - I wonder if Cas feels this giddy when his angle blade materializes' He paid for his items and proceeded out of the shop.

After obtaining a wand he dawdled around the ally for the rest of the day finding several more items to purchase. Normally he wasn't one for shopping, but after he found the shop with a bottomless bag like the money pouch he couldn't resist. He also bought a trunk. After that he skipped over the pet portion - he wasn't fond of cats or toads, and he also didn't need an owl; he didn't have anyone to contact. He got a few potion supplies and only spent a small about of time in a robe shop called Madame Markins, (he made his escape with red cheeks and more clothes than he thought he could wear).

He passed a shop with brooms in the window dedicated to something called Quidditch (Dean would have gotten a laugh out of him on a broom). It was late afternoon when he finally entered a shop called Flourish and Blots.

'This is what Chuck must have been talking about Sam grinned to himself as he wandered the shop pulling books off the shelves. He got the basics, but others like "101 healing potions", "Jinxes, Charms, and Counters" and "Magical Creatures of the Wizarding World" made it into his stack as well. Not to mention the gigantic stack of parchment and quills.

Sam had a little trouble at the counter with the wizard in charge. The man took a look at him and eyed him doubtfully as he rang up all the items. Well, it was good to know that they were still just as human in making assumptions. The man however quickly changed his tune however when Sam pulled out the 63 Gold coins to pay for everything.

Apologizing the man told him to come back any time - Sam gave him a fake smile and left, but not before noticing a girl with bushy hair and a freckled redhead staring at him with looks of awe, and horror. He wondered if they were students.

He ended up back in his room in the Leaky Cauldron, and after paying his tab off and practically having a bowl of stew shoved at him he settled down to start reading his books. Sam didn't end up sleeping that night, but that wasn't anything worth noting.