The Unnamed Story
Chapter Two
Tiff woke up at six the next morning, combed her long hair, then pulled on an old t-shirt and jeans. She then sat on the couch in the living room waiting for her parents to wake up. She was amazed at how patient she was being, as she was very excited. When her parents woke up at around nine she begged them for breakfast so she could go. They made her some eggs, which she ate in a flash, and then she sat down on the couch again and waited some more. At around ten thirty Ronda and Allegra popped into the living room.
She leapt up from her seat. "Hello Tiff," Ronda said happily.
"Hi!" she replied, "Can we go now?" she added impatiently. The witches smiled. "Sure, dear," said Allegra. She said goodbye to her parents and raced out the door with Allegra and Ronda trying to chase after her. She led them to the elevators. Tiff's neighbors were surprised when Ronda questioned Tiff about what "these elyvackers" did before Allegra shushed her and they got on.
The muggles stared at Allegra and Ronda's feeble attempt at dressing "muggle". They were wearing purple tank tops, which looked dreadful considering their ages. Ronda was wearing a pair of swimming trunk for her bottoms, and though it looked strange, it was nothing compared to what Allegra had chosen.
"Look at that lady!" whispered a muggle child to her mother, who was glaring at the three witches, "She's wearing a Speedo swimsuit instead of pants!" Allegra smiled and waved at the puzzled mother and her excited daughter. Tiff pulled her hand down.
"This is where we catch the scumway!" exclaimed Ronda loudly as they approached the dreary subway station. "It's subway," whispered Tiff. Ronda nodded in response. When they got out of the train station they were right in the heart of London. Allegra led Tiff and Ronda to the Leaky Cauldron, a bar only wizards could see. When they got inside, Ronda ordered some butterbeer for the three of them and they sat down talking. After they had finished the hot, foaming drinks, Ronda and Allegra started towards the entrance to Diagon Alley. "Wait a minute!" exclaimed Ronda right before they set foot in the crowded streets, "We've got to put on our robes! We can't go into the world looking like fools!" cried Ronda, pulling a yellow dress robe over her head. While Allegra also pulled her's on, Tiff had a fit of silent giggles.
Diagon Alley was magnificent to a wizard, but to a muggleborn wizard it was the most amazing thing ever. The small street was crammed with witches and wizards, while the shops contained amazing items like flying broomsticks and cauldrons. "Now," said Ronda, pulling fistfuls of muggle money from her purse. "Where'd I get all that?" asked Tiff, shocked. "I can't tell you," said Ronda, teasingly, almost like a child. They walked to the wizard bank, gringrotts and exchanged the muggle money for gold galleons, which were large coins wizards used to buy things. She was walking past the broomstick shop when she saw four boys, and a girl peering into the window of the store.
"Can I please get it, dad? Please?" begged the girl, "It's a Firebird 3000! If I had that I'd get on the quidditch team even if I stunk!" The girl's father shook his head. "It's much too expensive," he said gruffly, "If you make the team I'll buy you a nimbus."
"I WON'T MAKE THE TEAM ON A MOONTRIMMER!" the girl roared. Tiff laughed to herself. That girl was doing exactly what she would do if she couldn't get something she wanted very badly.
"You get your wand while we get you some robes," Ronda told Tiff. Tiff nervously walked down the street and into the small, dark shop. The walls were covered in boxes. It didn't look like anyone was in the room. She sat on a chair, prepared to wait.
"Hello…" said a creepy voice. Tiff jumped in her seat.
"W-w-who said that?" she stuttered. A man appeared as if from out of the shadows. "I am Mr. Ollivander, maker of fine wands since 382 BC." She stared at him in shock. She didn't like this man. "Now," he began, ignoring her scared expression, "I suppose you need a wand."
"Y-y-yes, sir," she said. The man swept around, so his long black cloak whipped Tiff in the face. "Try this one," he said, pulling a wand out of a box, which he threw on the ground. "Laurel wood, 7 in., with a powerful core of one fairy wing. Bendy." He handed the wand delicately to her. "Give it a swish," he urged. She swished the wand around, feeling stupid. "No…" he mumbled to himself, "That's certainly not the one." He snatched it from her and grabbed another off the shelf. "Here!" he said, handing it to her, "Reed wood, 10 inches, with a pinch of crushed Labradorite and raven feather! Good for cursing." She took the wand, held it above her head, but he snatched it away. "Not right!" he exclaimed. He went to the back of the store and grabbed another one. "Try this," he said exasperatedly, "Oak, 11 inches, with a single unicorn hair string for the core." She snatched the wand and gave it a wave. Red and gold sparks flew from the tip. "I did it!" she yelled excitedly. "Interesting," he muttered, "That same unicorn's tail string was used in another girl's wand. Another Brody…" he said, then trailed off. "What?" Tiff demanded. "Nothing," he murmured. So then, wand in hand, she trotted out of the store.
She met Ronda and Allegra, holding up three pairs of robes, a winter cloak, and a black hat. She pulled on her robes and the continued walking down the street. With her wand in her hand and her robes on she felt like a real wizard. Next was the bookstore. This was what Tiff had really been looking forward to. She darted into the store and wandered throughout it. She flipped through a few books, before something caught her eye. In the back of the store was a section called, "Quidditch Books" and under it was a young man flying on a broomstick. The picture moved. So did the rest of the pictures in the shop. A girl, who looked about her age, was sprawled on the floor reading a book. The girl had dark brown hair, almost black, with red and blonde streaks in it. Her eyes were bright blue, but switched to green occasionally. Tiff approached her. "Hi," she said uncertainly to the girl. "Hey," said the girl, looking up from her book, "I'm Keety."
"I'm Tiff," she said, and then added, "Whatcha reading?"
"Quidditch Through the Ages. You play the sport? I'd like to be a chaser one day,"
"Erm… I'm a muggleborn. What's quidditch?" the girl laughed.
"Oh! Well, it's a sport. I suppose you'll learn about it at Hogwarts."
"Well, thanks!" said Tiff, "Bye!"
"Bye!"
Tiff wandered towards the schoolbook section where Ronda and Allegra were busily grabbing books off the shelf. Not just the assigned books, but books like, A Muggle's Guide to the Wizarding World, and Hogwarts- a History. "Hi!" she said as she saw them. "Hi!" said Ronda and Allegra in unison as they stuffed the books into her trunk (which they levitated down the street. Her clothes were in there too). "It's about time to go now," said Allegra, stuffing the last of the books into the trunk.
After the day was almost over and all the things were bought Allegra and Ronda took Tiff to a pet store where she bought a small brown owl. Then they headed home on the subway (or the "scumway" as Ronda continued to call it). They received many strange looks. Even in the heart of London you didn't normally see two women dressed in swimsuit bottoms and purple tank tops along with a girl carrying an owl and a large trunk. When they got back to the apartment they apparated, leaving Tiff to tell her parents everything about her wonderful day.