As promised, the next morning we set out for Diagon Ally to buy school supplies. Our class lists were similar, but not all the books were the same, and of course our robe colors were totally different.
"Standard Book of Spells Grade One, Miranda Goshawk," Delphine read from her list as we entered Florish and Blotts.
"That's different from the one I need," I said studying my list as Mum found the books I needed. Dad was picking out Delphine's books.
"Hogwarts?" a man asked my father.
"One of them," he answered glaring at Mum, but she didn't notice.
"My sons are both going. A nice shock when we got the letters. Is it a good school?" the man asked.
"One of the best in England," Dad replied as I looked at the boys standing behind the man. Both had dark hair and pale brown eyes.
"Hi," I whispered smiling at them. Their father was dressed in muggle clothing. One smiled back at me, but the other darted back behind his father.
"These are my boys, Indigo and Denim."
"This is Delphine and that is Daphne."
"Is that your wife?" Dad turned around looking.
"Yes."
"Mine's over at the um cauldron place. She's um, she's from around here somewhat."
"Oh, what's her name?"
"Amanda, her maiden name was Shelton."
"I don't think I've met her."
"Nien, she's from America, but we live in Germany now."
"I'm Bill Weasly and my wife is Fleur."
"Kurt Wagner," the man said as one of his sons glanced at Delphine. Dad and Mr. Wagner talked the entire time it took us to buy our books. I listened a little bit, but not much. Delphine didn't care about Mr. Wagner or his sons at all.
"C'mon girls. We still need to buy your robes and wands," Mum said dragging Dad away from Mr. Wagner.
"Interesting man." Mum just rolled her eyes.
" Dad's starting to sound a bit like Grandpa," I whispered to Delphine who only giggled. It was easy to get fitted for our robes. Mine was a silvery blue and Delphine's a sold black.
"Fleur, why don't I take them to get their wands while you buy them each a you know what." Delphine and I looked at each other. Was Dad really telling Mum to buy us each an owl? We both wanted one since we were old enough to understand the post system.
"Alright. Such a shame Ollivander was never found," Mum muttered walking off her hair, now down past her theighs swishing perfectly still causing many men to stare.
"Alright girls, let's get your wands," Dad said leading us to another shop.
"Ah, Mr. Weasly, I've been expecting you and your daughters."
"Yes, we're finally here for their wands."
"Okay, let's start with the one on the right."
"That's Daphne. She'll be attending Beauxbatons," Dad said with a forced smile on his face. Immeditally I was being measured.
"Alright, try this one." I gingerly took the wand, having had more than my fair share of my uncles' trick wands.
"It's not going to hurt you dear." I nodded taking the wand, but already I could tell it wasn't the right one. Three wands later we found one that suited me. It took even less time to find Delphine's wand, which turned out to a lot like mine only longer, both had a core of veela hair, at which Dad just shook his head, not surprised at all.
"Girl's c'mon, your mother's waiting," Dad ushered us out of the shop after paying for our wands. Mom was waiting for us holding an owl cage in each hand. Delphine and I exchanged glances laughing with our eyes at being right.
"These were the only identical owls I could find," Mum said handing us each a cage. I lifted mine up and stared at my owl. It stared back cooing softly.
"They're beautiful," Delphine exclaimed examining her owl.
"Glad you like them. Now you can keep in touch with us. Where else do we need to go today?"
"Uncle Fred and George's!" we both squealed causing Mum to wince.
"I'm not sure we have the time..."
"We have enough time Fleur," Dad replied making us smile as we headed towards Weasly's Wizarding Wheezes. The shop still stood out agianst the other stores. One big sign advertised trick speech boxes, used to make it seem as if you are somewhere you're not."
"Bill, Fleur, Twins!" Uncle George, at least that's what his name tag said, greeted us.
"Hello Uncle George," Delphine and I said smiling as we looked around the shop.
"Hey, George, Fred around too?"
"Nope, he's at one of the other branches showing our little heirs the business."
"But they're only eight."
"Fleur, it's never too early to learn how to be a proper Weasly prankster. Why just yesterday Ron and his family were in here plotting to prank some poor unsuspecting prat using a phony letter from the ministry of magic about a dragon invasion."
"I think that was meant for Charlie," Uncle Fred said popping in behind Uncle George.