Chapter 2
She was woken abruptly by her mom. "C'mon, wake up! We've got to get your supplies.
Gilraen got up and took a hot shower that was nothing like her normal bath. She had to dig through her trunk in order to find her Canada tee and her baggy jeans. And then again to find her make-up and her perfume.
They walked out the back door into the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron. Gilraen looked around very displeased with what she saw. Her mom took out a piece of parchment out. On it were the directions to get to Diagon Alley. The archway appeared and Gilraen walked into the crowded street.
"First off," Merenwen instructed, "Gringotts. We have to exchange your Canadian money for British." After they did so, they set up a new account for Gilraen. When that was done, Gilraen headed off to Madame Malkin's while her mom when to get their books.
She knocked on the wall and said, "Hello, is anyone here?" "Hullo, dear!" said a bright looking witch. "And who might you be?" "Umm, my name is Gilraen Lossëhelin." "Oh," Madame Malkin exclaimed, "you must be the new DADA teacher's daughter!" Gilraen nodded. "Well then. Step up onto the platform and I'll have someone come to take your measurements."
There was a ringing in the front of the shop, signaling somebody else come into the shop. Gilraen strained her eyes to try and see the figure. It was a handsome boy who looked around the age of 15. He took stand on the platform next to Gilraen.
"Hi," Gilraen said with a smile in a rather high-pitched voice. "I'm Gilraen Lossëhelin. And you are?" "Malfoy," he said in a deep, drear voice. "Draco Malfoy. Lossëhelin? Are you related to Professor Lossëhelin?" "Yah, she's my mom." "Where are you from? Obviously not the UK." "No. Actually, I'm from Canada." Gilraen stated. This was the first time she'd been truly happy since she got to the UK.
"Okay lass," the tailor stated, "you're done." She handed Gilraen several black robes with the Hogwarts' crest embroidered on the chest. "Oh, and what color dress robes would you like?" "I have my own, thanks," Gilraen stated rather depressed that she couldn't continue her conversation with Draco.
She couldn't find her mom, so she decided she'd head to Olivander's by herself. He met her at the door.
"Ah yes," Mr. Olivander stated. "Your mother told me you'd be stopping by soon." He took out a long silvery measuring tape. "Stick out your wand arm.
First, it measured her right arm. Then, for no reason, it measured her left arm. Next, it measured around her waist. It was just measuring around her bust when it was ordered to stop.
Meanwhile, Mr. Olivander had been over at a few shelves, picking up several long, narrow shoe boxes. "Here, try this one, Unicorn Hair; Willow; 12 inches." Gilraen picked it up. It was warm. No, it was hot. Burning hot. She dropped it shook her hand.
"No, sorry about that," he said apologetically. "Maybe, Phoenix Feather; Maple; 8 inches." Gilraen held it and it shone so brightly that she couldn't see. The light went out once she set it down.
"I guess not." Gilraen tried again and again. She was so angry that her eyes went suddenly narrow, like a cat's. When Mr. Olivander saw this, a grin spread over his face. "Of course," he proclaimed. "Why didn't I see it before?" He went into the back of the store. A loud explosion was heard and he came back with one last box. "Here, try this one. Cat Fur; Mahogany; 10 inches."
The second the wand touched her hand, a great sensation fell over her. She said triumphantly, "This is it. This is my wand."
She was woken abruptly by her mom. "C'mon, wake up! We've got to get your supplies.
Gilraen got up and took a hot shower that was nothing like her normal bath. She had to dig through her trunk in order to find her Canada tee and her baggy jeans. And then again to find her make-up and her perfume.
They walked out the back door into the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron. Gilraen looked around very displeased with what she saw. Her mom took out a piece of parchment out. On it were the directions to get to Diagon Alley. The archway appeared and Gilraen walked into the crowded street.
"First off," Merenwen instructed, "Gringotts. We have to exchange your Canadian money for British." After they did so, they set up a new account for Gilraen. When that was done, Gilraen headed off to Madame Malkin's while her mom when to get their books.
She knocked on the wall and said, "Hello, is anyone here?" "Hullo, dear!" said a bright looking witch. "And who might you be?" "Umm, my name is Gilraen Lossëhelin." "Oh," Madame Malkin exclaimed, "you must be the new DADA teacher's daughter!" Gilraen nodded. "Well then. Step up onto the platform and I'll have someone come to take your measurements."
There was a ringing in the front of the shop, signaling somebody else come into the shop. Gilraen strained her eyes to try and see the figure. It was a handsome boy who looked around the age of 15. He took stand on the platform next to Gilraen.
"Hi," Gilraen said with a smile in a rather high-pitched voice. "I'm Gilraen Lossëhelin. And you are?" "Malfoy," he said in a deep, drear voice. "Draco Malfoy. Lossëhelin? Are you related to Professor Lossëhelin?" "Yah, she's my mom." "Where are you from? Obviously not the UK." "No. Actually, I'm from Canada." Gilraen stated. This was the first time she'd been truly happy since she got to the UK.
"Okay lass," the tailor stated, "you're done." She handed Gilraen several black robes with the Hogwarts' crest embroidered on the chest. "Oh, and what color dress robes would you like?" "I have my own, thanks," Gilraen stated rather depressed that she couldn't continue her conversation with Draco.
She couldn't find her mom, so she decided she'd head to Olivander's by herself. He met her at the door.
"Ah yes," Mr. Olivander stated. "Your mother told me you'd be stopping by soon." He took out a long silvery measuring tape. "Stick out your wand arm.
First, it measured her right arm. Then, for no reason, it measured her left arm. Next, it measured around her waist. It was just measuring around her bust when it was ordered to stop.
Meanwhile, Mr. Olivander had been over at a few shelves, picking up several long, narrow shoe boxes. "Here, try this one, Unicorn Hair; Willow; 12 inches." Gilraen picked it up. It was warm. No, it was hot. Burning hot. She dropped it shook her hand.
"No, sorry about that," he said apologetically. "Maybe, Phoenix Feather; Maple; 8 inches." Gilraen held it and it shone so brightly that she couldn't see. The light went out once she set it down.
"I guess not." Gilraen tried again and again. She was so angry that her eyes went suddenly narrow, like a cat's. When Mr. Olivander saw this, a grin spread over his face. "Of course," he proclaimed. "Why didn't I see it before?" He went into the back of the store. A loud explosion was heard and he came back with one last box. "Here, try this one. Cat Fur; Mahogany; 10 inches."
The second the wand touched her hand, a great sensation fell over her. She said triumphantly, "This is it. This is my wand."