Here's a sneak preview of Chapter three. Because of internet problems, I have no clues as to when I'll update again. So I hope you enjoy this snak peak and tell me what you think!
Chapter Three: Supplies, Phoenixes, and Seto
Suddenly a voice called out to the two. "What are you doing down there?" They both turned around to come face to face with a pale blond-haired, lavender eyed boy.
In an instant, Yugi and Bakura found themselves being dragged out of the dark and creepy-feeling area and into the warm sun-bathed area of Diagon Alley by none other than the once insane Egyptian, Marik Ishtar.
Once they got there, Marik let go of his iron grip he had on the two other hikaris. Bakura winced as he gingerly rubbed his arm. "Ow, what was that for?" he asked.
Marik folded his arms across his chest and looked at the pair. "You guys shouldn't have been in there," he said. "There are many shady people in there who didn't appreciate you being in there."
Yugi frowned. "Why? We didn't do anything. We just got lost."
Marik frowned. "Next time, be more careful."
"We were being careful!"
A platinum blonde brow curved into a graceful arch. "Oh? So I suppose you two did notice someone was following you with a rather sharp-looking knife?"
At that, Yugi and Bakura both paled in unison. Mairk gave them a triumphant smirk. "See? The wizarding world is full of people that can either be friend or foe." He turned and started walking in no particular direction. After a moment, Yugi and Bakura snapped out of the trance like state and took after Marik.
"Hey, you know, you're starting to sound like Isis," Bakura commented as he and Yugi caught up to Marik. He just shrugged.
"Well, if you lived with her almost all of your life, you can't help but pick up on things she keeps nagging you on."
"Huh?"
Marik smiled. "I came here around in the afternoon yesterday. Wandered off into the same alley I found you guys in. Called Knockturn Alley. Anyway, I decided to go look around but after a while, I got this creepy feeling that those people in there wanted my head since almost every store had shrunken heads and they were looking at me weirdly. One man even approached me. If it wasn't for my yami, then I would think they would have succeeded in have another head for collection."
Yugi and Bakura sweatdropped. Marik then took a sharp turn towards a store called 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.' The two hikaris looked at each other. So this was where the wand store was.
The three of them entered the rather small and dusty store with shelves all around with boxes containing wands stacked on top of one another. There was not much lighting here; most of the source came from directly from the sunlight filtering inside. Bakura went up to the small counter in the middle of the store with a silver bell resting on the tarnish surface.
He rang the bell once and waited. Immediately, a ladder swung into view, an old man clinging to it. All three jumped in surprise, including the yamis. If you had cared to listen, you might have heard Yami Bakura cursing loudly from within his soul room. Bakura winced slightly.
/Yami, please do try to be more quiet please?/
Hmphwas the only response Bakura got. Rolling his eyes, he tuned back into the real world, where the creepy old man climb down the ladder to greet them. His pale eyes regarded them for a moment, before his thin lips curved into a small smile.
"Ah, you three must be the new foreign late starters, am I correct?" They nodded. "I'm Mr. Ollivander. Let's get started then shall we? Who's going first?"
All three were hesitant at first but after a moment, Bakura stepped up voluntarily. Mr. Ollivander made his way around the counter over to Bakura, a measuring tape in hand.
"Now which is your wand arm, Mr. Bakura?" he asked.
Bakura was taken aback a little. 'How did he know my name?' But he decided against asking and answered his question.
"Um, well, I'm left-handed, if that's what you're asking."
Mr. Ollivander then began measuring Bakura's arm from shoulder to fingertips, and from ground to arm, all the while talking about the history of the wands within the store. After a while, the old man wandered to the shelves behind him, pulling the thin boxes out of its place on the shelves.
Chapter Three: Supplies, Phoenixes, and Seto
Suddenly a voice called out to the two. "What are you doing down there?" They both turned around to come face to face with a pale blond-haired, lavender eyed boy.
In an instant, Yugi and Bakura found themselves being dragged out of the dark and creepy-feeling area and into the warm sun-bathed area of Diagon Alley by none other than the once insane Egyptian, Marik Ishtar.
Once they got there, Marik let go of his iron grip he had on the two other hikaris. Bakura winced as he gingerly rubbed his arm. "Ow, what was that for?" he asked.
Marik folded his arms across his chest and looked at the pair. "You guys shouldn't have been in there," he said. "There are many shady people in there who didn't appreciate you being in there."
Yugi frowned. "Why? We didn't do anything. We just got lost."
Marik frowned. "Next time, be more careful."
"We were being careful!"
A platinum blonde brow curved into a graceful arch. "Oh? So I suppose you two did notice someone was following you with a rather sharp-looking knife?"
At that, Yugi and Bakura both paled in unison. Mairk gave them a triumphant smirk. "See? The wizarding world is full of people that can either be friend or foe." He turned and started walking in no particular direction. After a moment, Yugi and Bakura snapped out of the trance like state and took after Marik.
"Hey, you know, you're starting to sound like Isis," Bakura commented as he and Yugi caught up to Marik. He just shrugged.
"Well, if you lived with her almost all of your life, you can't help but pick up on things she keeps nagging you on."
"Huh?"
Marik smiled. "I came here around in the afternoon yesterday. Wandered off into the same alley I found you guys in. Called Knockturn Alley. Anyway, I decided to go look around but after a while, I got this creepy feeling that those people in there wanted my head since almost every store had shrunken heads and they were looking at me weirdly. One man even approached me. If it wasn't for my yami, then I would think they would have succeeded in have another head for collection."
Yugi and Bakura sweatdropped. Marik then took a sharp turn towards a store called 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.' The two hikaris looked at each other. So this was where the wand store was.
The three of them entered the rather small and dusty store with shelves all around with boxes containing wands stacked on top of one another. There was not much lighting here; most of the source came from directly from the sunlight filtering inside. Bakura went up to the small counter in the middle of the store with a silver bell resting on the tarnish surface.
He rang the bell once and waited. Immediately, a ladder swung into view, an old man clinging to it. All three jumped in surprise, including the yamis. If you had cared to listen, you might have heard Yami Bakura cursing loudly from within his soul room. Bakura winced slightly.
/Yami, please do try to be more quiet please?/
Hmphwas the only response Bakura got. Rolling his eyes, he tuned back into the real world, where the creepy old man climb down the ladder to greet them. His pale eyes regarded them for a moment, before his thin lips curved into a small smile.
"Ah, you three must be the new foreign late starters, am I correct?" They nodded. "I'm Mr. Ollivander. Let's get started then shall we? Who's going first?"
All three were hesitant at first but after a moment, Bakura stepped up voluntarily. Mr. Ollivander made his way around the counter over to Bakura, a measuring tape in hand.
"Now which is your wand arm, Mr. Bakura?" he asked.
Bakura was taken aback a little. 'How did he know my name?' But he decided against asking and answered his question.
"Um, well, I'm left-handed, if that's what you're asking."
Mr. Ollivander then began measuring Bakura's arm from shoulder to fingertips, and from ground to arm, all the while talking about the history of the wands within the store. After a while, the old man wandered to the shelves behind him, pulling the thin boxes out of its place on the shelves.
