Chapter #4-Argen Malfoy and Knockturn Alley
Eric just finished getting the last of his supplies when a tall blond haired boy approached him. "Hello." Eric greeted as he recognized the face to be that of Argen Malfoy. "I thought you were busy?" He questioned.
"I was, but I had some extra time and father is back at the Leaky Cauldron; he told me to do whatever I wanted until he called for me." Malfoy replied while eying Eric's purchases. "Where's your wand?" He questioned.
"I tried every single type of wand he had; none seemed to fit me. He was quite disturbed and told me to leave." Eric remarked, his expression clearly one of exhaustion and annoyance.
"Strange... well, I know a place that might be able to help you. Come with me." Malfoy ran ahead and beckoned Eric to accompany him. Weary, Eric followed Malfoy into a dimly lit alley way. "We're here." Argen panted.
"Where is here?" Eric asked, his eyes darting around to take in the scenery.
"Come on, do you want a wand or not?" Malfoy insisted practically dragging Eric to his feet.
Annoyed, Eric followed until he found himself inside a small shop which was just as dusty or more than Olivander's Wands.
"Welcome to Danaru's." A cold voice called out. Eying everything with caution, Eric stumbled up to the desk; his feet catching on something which looked suspiciously like a large cockroach.
"H-hello" he hesitated, than regaining his voice he spoke up a little louder. "Hello."
"We don't serve children. Go away!" The man growled. His thick brown hair matted with dust.
"I wouldn't call him a child if I were you." An older man spoke out.
"Mr. M...Malfoy" The old man stammered fearfully. Ruffling his cloak and stepping forward, Malfoy gave an evil smile.
"I should think you would pay my son and his..." Malfoy paused, eying Eric with suspicion. "His... friend, a little more respect. Don't you think Adar?" Malfoy grinned in another twisted smirk.
"Y... yes sir. W...what might you be interested in young ones?" Adar asked as he eyed Malfoy; being very careful not to make another mistake.
Slightly afraid, Eric questioned the older man, "I n-need a wand." He quivered.
"Olivander's is the place of that; this is a dark arts shop." Adar eyed the two boys suspiciously.
"D...dark arts shop?" Eric went white. Argen merely chuckled and asked him if he wanted a bucket. Eric shot Argen an evil look which made him back off immediately.
"You did not know this, young man?" Mr. Malfoy asked in a mock concern. Still slightly ghost-like, Eric nodded. "Argen... did you drag him in here when he had no idea what he was doing?" Mr. Malfoy commanded at his son.
"N...no dad, Eric was... well, he... they never gave him a wand. It was the weirdest thing I've ever heard, so I thought to take him down here. Down to Knockturn so he might have a chance." Argen fumbled, than relaxed as his father's scowl lessened.
"Hmm, is this true Eric?" Mr. Malfoy prompted; a glint of suspicion in his emerald eyes.
"Y...yes sir, it's... true." Eric shook, his face becoming whiter by the moment. Argen glanced at him, than backed off again as Eric shot him another cruel look.
"Adar, get this kid a chair... he looks awful!" Malfoy commanded. Choosing to obey Malfoy's orders rather than test the man's patience, Adar conjured four chairs; three in front of his desk and one behind it for himself. Eric sat down weakly, his skin now porcelain white.
"Are you alright young man?" Adar questioned cautiously? Eric shook himself, than looked over at Mr. Malfoy.
"He's a bit shocked it seems, but I think we should get onto business don't you?" Malfoy questioned, pressing on Eric's shoulder slightly.
"Very well." Adar replied as he walked over to a large class covered cabinet and pulled out a few items which he carried cautiously over to Eric and Mr. Malfoy.
Eric stared at the strange objects; one was a small black case covered with black velvet, the other was a leather-bound black book. Adar opened the case and pulled out a shiny mahogany wand.
"Do you have any idea how precious this thing is!?" Adar said as he fingered the wand.
"I know well enough." Malfoy hissed, pointing his wand directly at Adar's chest.
"Sir, please... you know the rumor about this wand. It says that it can only be given to one... and that one..." Adar tried to finish, but was interrupted by Malfoy telling him to shut up if he knew what was good for him. Adar obeyed and handed the wand to Eric.
Slightly perplexed, but tired of waiting; Eric took the wand.
"Holy sh..." Argen paused. Eric was being engulfed by a vibrant green flame. "Did he just Avada Kedavra himself?" Argen questioned with his mouth wide in awe.
"Smack!"
"If I were you and didn't want to spend a life in Azkaban, I'd watch your mouth Argen!" Mr. Malfoy commanded after slapping his son painfully on the face. Argen just gazed forward, dumfounded at both his father's reaction and the spectacle before him.
"Thank you, I believe he will take it; how much?" Malfoy questioned. Adar just stared, his mouth open just as wide as Argen's.
"He's... holy shit... he's..." Adar sputtered; his face now just as white as Eric's.
"Adar... prices please?" Malfoy urged. Completely in shock, Adar just waved and hand and told Malfoy both items would be without cost.
"Eric?" Malfoy questioned, slightly concerned.
"Yes... I'm alright, but what just happened to me?" Eric asked, his face now its usual pale shade.
"Nothing, the wand just chose you; that's all." Mr. Malfoy answered, than told Eric to go back to Diagon Alley and finish his shopping; he still had a pet to find and that he thought might be difficult.
Eric just finished getting the last of his supplies when a tall blond haired boy approached him. "Hello." Eric greeted as he recognized the face to be that of Argen Malfoy. "I thought you were busy?" He questioned.
"I was, but I had some extra time and father is back at the Leaky Cauldron; he told me to do whatever I wanted until he called for me." Malfoy replied while eying Eric's purchases. "Where's your wand?" He questioned.
"I tried every single type of wand he had; none seemed to fit me. He was quite disturbed and told me to leave." Eric remarked, his expression clearly one of exhaustion and annoyance.
"Strange... well, I know a place that might be able to help you. Come with me." Malfoy ran ahead and beckoned Eric to accompany him. Weary, Eric followed Malfoy into a dimly lit alley way. "We're here." Argen panted.
"Where is here?" Eric asked, his eyes darting around to take in the scenery.
"Come on, do you want a wand or not?" Malfoy insisted practically dragging Eric to his feet.
Annoyed, Eric followed until he found himself inside a small shop which was just as dusty or more than Olivander's Wands.
"Welcome to Danaru's." A cold voice called out. Eying everything with caution, Eric stumbled up to the desk; his feet catching on something which looked suspiciously like a large cockroach.
"H-hello" he hesitated, than regaining his voice he spoke up a little louder. "Hello."
"We don't serve children. Go away!" The man growled. His thick brown hair matted with dust.
"I wouldn't call him a child if I were you." An older man spoke out.
"Mr. M...Malfoy" The old man stammered fearfully. Ruffling his cloak and stepping forward, Malfoy gave an evil smile.
"I should think you would pay my son and his..." Malfoy paused, eying Eric with suspicion. "His... friend, a little more respect. Don't you think Adar?" Malfoy grinned in another twisted smirk.
"Y... yes sir. W...what might you be interested in young ones?" Adar asked as he eyed Malfoy; being very careful not to make another mistake.
Slightly afraid, Eric questioned the older man, "I n-need a wand." He quivered.
"Olivander's is the place of that; this is a dark arts shop." Adar eyed the two boys suspiciously.
"D...dark arts shop?" Eric went white. Argen merely chuckled and asked him if he wanted a bucket. Eric shot Argen an evil look which made him back off immediately.
"You did not know this, young man?" Mr. Malfoy asked in a mock concern. Still slightly ghost-like, Eric nodded. "Argen... did you drag him in here when he had no idea what he was doing?" Mr. Malfoy commanded at his son.
"N...no dad, Eric was... well, he... they never gave him a wand. It was the weirdest thing I've ever heard, so I thought to take him down here. Down to Knockturn so he might have a chance." Argen fumbled, than relaxed as his father's scowl lessened.
"Hmm, is this true Eric?" Mr. Malfoy prompted; a glint of suspicion in his emerald eyes.
"Y...yes sir, it's... true." Eric shook, his face becoming whiter by the moment. Argen glanced at him, than backed off again as Eric shot him another cruel look.
"Adar, get this kid a chair... he looks awful!" Malfoy commanded. Choosing to obey Malfoy's orders rather than test the man's patience, Adar conjured four chairs; three in front of his desk and one behind it for himself. Eric sat down weakly, his skin now porcelain white.
"Are you alright young man?" Adar questioned cautiously? Eric shook himself, than looked over at Mr. Malfoy.
"He's a bit shocked it seems, but I think we should get onto business don't you?" Malfoy questioned, pressing on Eric's shoulder slightly.
"Very well." Adar replied as he walked over to a large class covered cabinet and pulled out a few items which he carried cautiously over to Eric and Mr. Malfoy.
Eric stared at the strange objects; one was a small black case covered with black velvet, the other was a leather-bound black book. Adar opened the case and pulled out a shiny mahogany wand.
"Do you have any idea how precious this thing is!?" Adar said as he fingered the wand.
"I know well enough." Malfoy hissed, pointing his wand directly at Adar's chest.
"Sir, please... you know the rumor about this wand. It says that it can only be given to one... and that one..." Adar tried to finish, but was interrupted by Malfoy telling him to shut up if he knew what was good for him. Adar obeyed and handed the wand to Eric.
Slightly perplexed, but tired of waiting; Eric took the wand.
"Holy sh..." Argen paused. Eric was being engulfed by a vibrant green flame. "Did he just Avada Kedavra himself?" Argen questioned with his mouth wide in awe.
"Smack!"
"If I were you and didn't want to spend a life in Azkaban, I'd watch your mouth Argen!" Mr. Malfoy commanded after slapping his son painfully on the face. Argen just gazed forward, dumfounded at both his father's reaction and the spectacle before him.
"Thank you, I believe he will take it; how much?" Malfoy questioned. Adar just stared, his mouth open just as wide as Argen's.
"He's... holy shit... he's..." Adar sputtered; his face now just as white as Eric's.
"Adar... prices please?" Malfoy urged. Completely in shock, Adar just waved and hand and told Malfoy both items would be without cost.
"Eric?" Malfoy questioned, slightly concerned.
"Yes... I'm alright, but what just happened to me?" Eric asked, his face now its usual pale shade.
"Nothing, the wand just chose you; that's all." Mr. Malfoy answered, than told Eric to go back to Diagon Alley and finish his shopping; he still had a pet to find and that he thought might be difficult.
