Dedicated to all of you who've been waiting 2 years for this chapter!

In which the girls do their thing and Aly wants to punch Ollivander

Also this hasn't been beta'd due to my hurry to post it. I'm good at catching other's mistakes but blind when it comes to my own.lol.

thought

Aly just stood there for several long moments, staring at her list of things she would need for school

Sixth Years will require the Following

Intermediate potions kit

Cauldron Set (package #4)

Dragon hide Dueling gloves

Wrist Guard

Dress Robes

Standard Book of Spells Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk

The Secret to Wordless Wand Work by Quieta Mummeri

The Idiot's Guide to Human Transfiguration by Wassel Wulf

Human Transfiguration: The Safe Way by Careta Saftus

The Monster Book of Humanoid Monsters by Veeli Varsa

16 scrolls of parchment

5 ink bottle (2 in red)

20 quills

Dueling The auburn haired teenager thought, quivering with excitement, and, folding up the list, set off towards Madame Malkin's.

Leia slipped from shadow to shadow, unnoticed by the dubious looking people who purchasing items or talking in low whispers. She came to a halt in front of a dirty store (that looked like it never seen a cleaning spell) to get a good look at the layout of Knockturn Alley.

Everything seemed to be a gloomy gray or dull brown; not at all like the vibrant, happy colors that made up Diagon Alley. Leia loved it.

Each store seemed to have the same dirty front as the one she was standing in the shadow of. Some shops, like Borgin and Burkes, had signs in the front; other than that it was hard to tell one shop apart from the next.

The blond girl took no notice of the people around her. They were lesser mortals and as such held no interest for her.

Aly wouldn't approve she thought absently. The girl is always conscious of people even if she doesn't act like it. Always on the look out for threats. Leia conveniently forgot that it had helped Aly out of some sticky spots. Smirking slightly, Leia slid out of the shadows and headed across the street to a shop that seemed to be pulling at her.

Whether or not she knocked down an old hag vendor on purpose is anyone's guess.

Rose sparkly or Neon Pink sparkly?

Karina stared at the two bottles of Katra's Catcalling Nail Polish sitting on the display table in front of her.

She wrinkled her nose as she tried to decide, ignoring the pointed sighs of Mistress Millie of Mistress Millie's Salon and Makeup, who had been waiting for the last 10 minutes for the gray haired prima donna to make up her mind.

After all Karina mused, looking form one bottle to the other a life changing decision like this cannot be rushed

The First use of Dragon's Blood is as an ingredient in potion making. Potion masters world wide are in accord that dragon's blood is highly preferable to goat saliva in the making conception potions, certain healing solutions, and memory drafts. The late Pina Collate was known for saying that dragon's blood..

Catherine sighed blissfully and added The 12 uses of Dragon's Blood and the History behind Them to her already large pile of books to buy.

Now where is that book on The life and stages of the flobberworm?...AHHAH

FASHWOOM!

Ollivander patted his hair back into place and gingerly took the wand Aly had just waved.

Aly was not happy. She had been here for thirty minutes being measured and waving wands and nothing was coming of it. I mean I could be in the bookstore or that defense against the dark arts shop

Glancing at Ollivander she realized he was studying her. Just as it reached the point where she was getting seriously freaked out the wizened old man disappeared behind the aisle of wand boxes.

Aly, impatient as ever, (Gee Karina, you try waving thousands of wands around and see how you feel after being burned and drenched.) started pacing the cramped old store. The sound of her dyed black alligator hide boots thumping softly on the floor were drowned out by the shuffling and clattering emanating from the back of the store.

Getting a wand is supposed to be fun she inwardly fumed.

Brown eyes turned longingly towards the door as she paced. She hated being in small rooms.

Clenching her fists, the impatient girl punched the air several times, trying to burn of the energy that was swelling up inside her. It wasn't nearly as satisfactory as punching Ollivander's face would be.

Just as a cry of frustration started to make its way up her throat footsteps fell behind her.

In relief Aly turned towards Ollivander, who had entered the room carrying a small stock of wand boxes.

Setting them carefully on the counter in front of him, the old man picked a box up and gently brushed off the thin layer of dust that had collected on the top.

" Not much call for these." the wand-maker said as he pulled a wand from the box.

Turning he saw the quizzical look on his young customer's face. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with them" he assured her hastily. " It's just that not many people have the temperament and character need for a wand with cores like these. Unicorn hair and dragon heartstring are generally used because they can be used by almost anyone. It has to be the right combination, of course. It depends on the unicorn or dragon individually and the age of the wood used and the type of wood is important."

"Riiiiight." Aly had a fairly good idea of what he was trying to say but was not interested in the least.

"Anyway try this one." he handed her the he was holding. "10 and a quarter inches, willow, and sphinx hair."

Shrugging Aly waved the wand. Sparks flew out the back end and landed on her brand new, forest green, V-neck, leather tank top. Her brown eyes flared in outrage, bringing out the scattered green flecks that were usually unnoticeable.

The wand maker ignored the accusing glare she gave him as she handed back the still sparking wand, then carefully brushed the now dead embers from her prized top.

After placing the wand lovingly back into the box he picked up another one and longer box and pulled out the wand. "13 inches, iron wood, hippogryph feather, and very temperamental."

The instant Aly took it she felt a liquid warmth soar through her body. Half eagle, half horse. she thought dreamily. It suits me.