(( Disclaimer/Claimer: I do not own Alus Dumbledore or any places in this
fiction. I also don't own the following surnmanes: Malfoy, Potter, or
Weasley.(You never know if I'm going to use these...well...there *will* be
a Malfoy...for sure) I own all of the other characters. ))
Diagon Alley-
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Albus Dumbledore, his auburn hair barely covering his blue, twinkling eyes, walks slowly down the crowded Diagon Alley with his father, Sagesse Dumbledore. Albus admires his great father. Sagesse has accomplished many things in his short fifty-three years. Albus looks around in amazement. He has never seen a place like this, though he has heard from his mother and father. "Okay then."says Sagesse, looking at the list of supplies for Hogwarts School. "We will need to go to Madam Couturière's."
Albus and his dad walk for about five minutes down the crowded street. They reach Madam Couturière's and step in seeing Madam Couturière herself. "Hello! How may I help you?" Madam Couturière says in her usual cheerful voice. Sagesse replies, "Oh yes, my son will be needing..." he suddenly stops to look at the list. ".Three sets of plain work robes... One plain pointed hat for day wear..." "Oh that's okay," interrupts Couturière. "I know the usual attire of the first years, not too worry." She smiles charmingly. "I will need to take your son's measurements." Albus walks over to Couturière while she points to a room in which she takes the usual measurements. She gets out the measuring tape and quickly measures him in every way imaginable. She sews all the clothes together and makes a slight mistake in the hat. She redoes it and everything fits perfectly.
They walk out of the shop and head to Ollivander's. Albus has always wanted to get his very own wand. He walks in, his father trailing behind. Sagesse sits in a chair against the wall that contains the entrance. Mr. Ollivander was already at the counter. Albus nears the counter. "Hello, Mister Dumbledore." Mr. Allivander says to Albus. "So. you need a wand for Hogwarts? Well, you've come to the right place." Mr.Ollivander walks to the back of the room. "Ah, how about this." Mr. Ollivander says, handing Albus a wand. Albus waves the wand and breaks an unlit lantern. "Oh dear!" Mr. Ollivander says, gasping. He walks to the back of the store and bring him another wand. "This should do," he says, handing Albus yet another wand. Albus gives it a wave and a magical light shines from it. "Aha!" Mr. Ollivander says with excitement in his voice. "Unicorn Hair, mahogany, 11- and-one-half inches! That will be seven galleons, please." Sagesse hands Mr. Allivander seven galleons with a smile on his face. "Thank you, sir,"
They walk even further down Diagon Alley, now reaching Eyelops Owl Emporium. Albus walks in after his father hands him some money. He looks around at all of the owls. He can choose anyone he wants. A good-sized snowy owl catches his eye. "Hmmm. I like this one. I wonder how much it costs," he thinks silently to himself. He looks down at the price tag and notices it costs nine galleons and 13 sickles. He walks up the counter, money in hand. "Excuse me, sir, but I would like to buy an owl," Albus says to the shop owner. "Which one?" says the shop owner. "The snowy owl, sir." Albus says, pointing to the owl he wants. "I have the money, sir." He lays the money on the counter awaiting his new owl. The shop owner takes the money and smiles. "Here you go," he says, handing Albus the owl he bought. "Thank you," Albus says in a slightly excited voice.
Diagon Alley-
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Albus Dumbledore, his auburn hair barely covering his blue, twinkling eyes, walks slowly down the crowded Diagon Alley with his father, Sagesse Dumbledore. Albus admires his great father. Sagesse has accomplished many things in his short fifty-three years. Albus looks around in amazement. He has never seen a place like this, though he has heard from his mother and father. "Okay then."says Sagesse, looking at the list of supplies for Hogwarts School. "We will need to go to Madam Couturière's."
Albus and his dad walk for about five minutes down the crowded street. They reach Madam Couturière's and step in seeing Madam Couturière herself. "Hello! How may I help you?" Madam Couturière says in her usual cheerful voice. Sagesse replies, "Oh yes, my son will be needing..." he suddenly stops to look at the list. ".Three sets of plain work robes... One plain pointed hat for day wear..." "Oh that's okay," interrupts Couturière. "I know the usual attire of the first years, not too worry." She smiles charmingly. "I will need to take your son's measurements." Albus walks over to Couturière while she points to a room in which she takes the usual measurements. She gets out the measuring tape and quickly measures him in every way imaginable. She sews all the clothes together and makes a slight mistake in the hat. She redoes it and everything fits perfectly.
They walk out of the shop and head to Ollivander's. Albus has always wanted to get his very own wand. He walks in, his father trailing behind. Sagesse sits in a chair against the wall that contains the entrance. Mr. Ollivander was already at the counter. Albus nears the counter. "Hello, Mister Dumbledore." Mr. Allivander says to Albus. "So. you need a wand for Hogwarts? Well, you've come to the right place." Mr.Ollivander walks to the back of the room. "Ah, how about this." Mr. Ollivander says, handing Albus a wand. Albus waves the wand and breaks an unlit lantern. "Oh dear!" Mr. Ollivander says, gasping. He walks to the back of the store and bring him another wand. "This should do," he says, handing Albus yet another wand. Albus gives it a wave and a magical light shines from it. "Aha!" Mr. Ollivander says with excitement in his voice. "Unicorn Hair, mahogany, 11- and-one-half inches! That will be seven galleons, please." Sagesse hands Mr. Allivander seven galleons with a smile on his face. "Thank you, sir,"
They walk even further down Diagon Alley, now reaching Eyelops Owl Emporium. Albus walks in after his father hands him some money. He looks around at all of the owls. He can choose anyone he wants. A good-sized snowy owl catches his eye. "Hmmm. I like this one. I wonder how much it costs," he thinks silently to himself. He looks down at the price tag and notices it costs nine galleons and 13 sickles. He walks up the counter, money in hand. "Excuse me, sir, but I would like to buy an owl," Albus says to the shop owner. "Which one?" says the shop owner. "The snowy owl, sir." Albus says, pointing to the owl he wants. "I have the money, sir." He lays the money on the counter awaiting his new owl. The shop owner takes the money and smiles. "Here you go," he says, handing Albus the owl he bought. "Thank you," Albus says in a slightly excited voice.