Chapter 2- Isn't as Bad as I Thought It Would Be

The 50-year-old witch with the long flowing green gown and robes hushed me away into this large group of people and into a white building filled with goblins.

"This is the bank dear, we need to exchange your muggle money with wizard money," and made the transaction with my money, could I trust this woman whose name was Cordia, and had the most beautiful amber eyes that I had ever seen.

"Muggle?" I questioned. Non-magic folk, now I feel stupid after she had told me. For the next three hours we paced up and down the street, buying this, buying that. Quills, parchment, textbooks, robes, potion ingredients, my head was spinning. Apparently she convinced me that the best two shops were for last, my wand and my animal.

We proceeded into a shop, piled to the ceiling with boxes, dust littered everywhere. An older man, dirty because of the dust, came before us.

"Hmm, what do we have here Cordia? Another first year for a wand, and a muggle, well, let us see what we can do," he shifted through box after box until finally he handed me one. After a moment, "Yes, this is the one, 12 inches of rosewood with the core of werewolf hairs. This is an interesting combination Angela, and very rare to be matched because I never seem to have to reorder this kind. Have a good first year," he waved to us as we finalized our shopping spree.

"Alright, let us see here, owl, cat, toad, or a rat perhaps," Cordia could tell I was tired, so she decided for me. "Owl are of no use in the castle since they have their own for any use you need, and I highly doubt that muggles need an owl, so how about a cat for you. I want that nice black kitten with the green eyes, over there," she pointed and the shopkeeper gave me a lesson in animal care.

"Well, I am sure that if you need anything, you will be taken care of. I will meet you outside the pub with all of your school things at 7:00 AM sharp at the end of the week," and she was gone.

I was tired, too tired so I walked about Diagon Alley for a bit, I was never told that I wasn't supposed to. Stupid me had apparently bumped into some one. I looked up, bloody hell, why does this always have to happen to me. The most handsome guy I had ever seen was now lying on the street.

"I am so sorry," I stuttered. Those eyes were of the deepest chocolate. They shined so brightly, and I felt like my knees were going to give way from beneath me. His hair was darker than mine, but it was perfect, too perfect. He smiled at me. I felt my heart melt as I helped him up, electricity flowing between us for a second.

"No, really, it's fine," he extended his hand and I placed mine into his. "Sirius Black, first year at Hogwarts," he introduced himself. I was blushing, I knew I was.

"Angela Rose, also a first year," I liked him so badly, I wanted to talk to him, but a boy came up from behind him.

"Come on mate, we have to get a move on," and he was pulled away from me. I walked back in the direction of my room, but I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Girl, I would be honored to be in your presence again when I can't be whisked away by my idiotic friend James," he bowed and I laughed.

"I am sure we will meet again," and I walked away, back to bed, where I finally fell asleep. For the following four days I was there, I searched for Sirius, but I never saw him. When I did on the fifth day, he was snogging the pretty blonde who sat next to him on the street corner. "So that is the type of women that he likes, I shuffled my feet, and stormed back to my room. It was my last day here anyways, and I was hoping to never see Sirius Black again for as long as I lived.