After lunch, the group walked into Madam Malkin's Robes for all
Occasions, to get Amaya a new school uniform. It was very amusing, to see
her modeling the girls' uniform in her boots. She complained about having
to wear a skirt for the whole year. Although, in Ron's opinion, she didn't
look half bad in a skirt and boots.
When Amaya finally decided to pay for her uniform, they left the store, only to bump into Lori. She had a couple bags with her and was with someone else; Lucius Malfoy.
"Lnuv sos iae fwohr qy?" Amaya asked Lori.
"Havnohr." Lori answered, then cleared her throat. "Maya, this is Lucius Malfoy."
"Hello, sir." Amaya said, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Hoky va qyyv iae," he told her, shaking her hand.
"You speak my language. I didn't know anyone else could."
"After knowing your mother for so long, how could I not know it?"
"You knew my mother?"
"Of course. So tell me, did you inherit your mother's love of potions?"
"That's what they tell me."
There was an akward pause. Kind of like when no one knows what should be talked about next.
"Dad!"
Lucius turned around. Draco had just stepped out of a store, and was shocked to see his father near Harry Potter, let alone talking to someone next to him.
"Ah," Lucius said, "My son, he'll be at Hogwarts too, Amaya. You two should talk..Now, I must be going. Very nice to meet you."
"Good bye" Amaya said cheerfully. She wasn't really paying attention though, she was looking past Lucius to Draco.
"Well," Lori said, "I hope you all have gotten everything you needed?"
"Yes." everyone said, almost everyone, Amaya and Ron were missing.
"Good. Now, where did Amaya and Ron get off to?"
Amaya and Ron were standing infront of the Modern Quidditch Supplies store, amidst an entire group of your witcthes and wizards. Lori fought her way to the crowd to infront of the display window, right next to Amaya.
"Amaya Sethenyo!" She yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Broom," Amaya said partly dazed, and pointing at the window, and not bothering to look at Lori. "Pretty broom, fast broom... I want broom, can I have broom?"
Lori looked at the broom on display; a Nimbus 2004. It did look quite good. The best racing broom yet, better than the Firebolt II and the Nimbus 2003. Top of the line, and very expensive. Lori looked at the fine print on the display sign.
"'Price upon request. Don't even think about asking.' Well, that's nice. You don't need this broom you know. You have a 2002."
"But that's so old!" Amaya complained. "Please? You wouldn't let me get a Firebolt, or a Nimbus 2003 the year after that or a Firebolt II the year after that."
Lori looked at Amaya, and reluntantly, walked in the store. A coupleof mintues later, she came out the store, and walked over to Amaya.
"I'll make you a deal." she said firmly. "You make the Quidditch team on your 2002, and I will buy you the 2004."
"Hold on a minute. You're telling me, That if I make the Gryffindor Quidditich team..."
"Yes."
"On the Nimbus 2002 that I own..."
"Yes"
"This year..."
"Yes."
"That you..."
"Yes."
"Lori Metallium..."
"YES, Amaya."
"Will buy ME a Nimbus 2004."
"Oh for the love of.. no tricks this time. I promise."
"Lady, you've got yourself a deal."
Then, they stuck out their tongues at each other.
"So," Ron said, "Are you any good of a Keeper?"
"Of course." she answered.
"What makes you so sure?"
"All the better Keepers play for professional teams."
"Except for me."
The whole group then walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Ron, his brothers and sister, left by way of Floo Powder through the fireplace. Ron invited Harry to stay with him for the week before September first. Hermione's parents walked in, and they, with Amaya, Lori and Harry, walked out into the Muggle world.
It wasn't until that Harry and Amaya had dumped all their things on her bed when Harry asked the one question that meant they had forgotten something.
"So, exactly how are we going to get this into my trunk at the Durselys?"
Then the Dursleys called. It was time for Harry to go home.
When Amaya finally decided to pay for her uniform, they left the store, only to bump into Lori. She had a couple bags with her and was with someone else; Lucius Malfoy.
"Lnuv sos iae fwohr qy?" Amaya asked Lori.
"Havnohr." Lori answered, then cleared her throat. "Maya, this is Lucius Malfoy."
"Hello, sir." Amaya said, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Hoky va qyyv iae," he told her, shaking her hand.
"You speak my language. I didn't know anyone else could."
"After knowing your mother for so long, how could I not know it?"
"You knew my mother?"
"Of course. So tell me, did you inherit your mother's love of potions?"
"That's what they tell me."
There was an akward pause. Kind of like when no one knows what should be talked about next.
"Dad!"
Lucius turned around. Draco had just stepped out of a store, and was shocked to see his father near Harry Potter, let alone talking to someone next to him.
"Ah," Lucius said, "My son, he'll be at Hogwarts too, Amaya. You two should talk..Now, I must be going. Very nice to meet you."
"Good bye" Amaya said cheerfully. She wasn't really paying attention though, she was looking past Lucius to Draco.
"Well," Lori said, "I hope you all have gotten everything you needed?"
"Yes." everyone said, almost everyone, Amaya and Ron were missing.
"Good. Now, where did Amaya and Ron get off to?"
Amaya and Ron were standing infront of the Modern Quidditch Supplies store, amidst an entire group of your witcthes and wizards. Lori fought her way to the crowd to infront of the display window, right next to Amaya.
"Amaya Sethenyo!" She yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Broom," Amaya said partly dazed, and pointing at the window, and not bothering to look at Lori. "Pretty broom, fast broom... I want broom, can I have broom?"
Lori looked at the broom on display; a Nimbus 2004. It did look quite good. The best racing broom yet, better than the Firebolt II and the Nimbus 2003. Top of the line, and very expensive. Lori looked at the fine print on the display sign.
"'Price upon request. Don't even think about asking.' Well, that's nice. You don't need this broom you know. You have a 2002."
"But that's so old!" Amaya complained. "Please? You wouldn't let me get a Firebolt, or a Nimbus 2003 the year after that or a Firebolt II the year after that."
Lori looked at Amaya, and reluntantly, walked in the store. A coupleof mintues later, she came out the store, and walked over to Amaya.
"I'll make you a deal." she said firmly. "You make the Quidditch team on your 2002, and I will buy you the 2004."
"Hold on a minute. You're telling me, That if I make the Gryffindor Quidditich team..."
"Yes."
"On the Nimbus 2002 that I own..."
"Yes"
"This year..."
"Yes."
"That you..."
"Yes."
"Lori Metallium..."
"YES, Amaya."
"Will buy ME a Nimbus 2004."
"Oh for the love of.. no tricks this time. I promise."
"Lady, you've got yourself a deal."
Then, they stuck out their tongues at each other.
"So," Ron said, "Are you any good of a Keeper?"
"Of course." she answered.
"What makes you so sure?"
"All the better Keepers play for professional teams."
"Except for me."
The whole group then walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Ron, his brothers and sister, left by way of Floo Powder through the fireplace. Ron invited Harry to stay with him for the week before September first. Hermione's parents walked in, and they, with Amaya, Lori and Harry, walked out into the Muggle world.
It wasn't until that Harry and Amaya had dumped all their things on her bed when Harry asked the one question that meant they had forgotten something.
"So, exactly how are we going to get this into my trunk at the Durselys?"
Then the Dursleys called. It was time for Harry to go home.