A/N: Chapter two. woo-hoo! I feel so accomplished now. I am a successful writer of two whole chapters... Just read it and enjoy...

Chapter 2: New Friends

She stepped through the brick arch leading into the street of her dreams. To her right were stacks and stacks of cauldrons, scales, and other random equipment. To her left were an inn and an ice-cream shop. She saw owls and cats. Broomsticks that flew. She even saw a creature coming out of a white marble building that could only be described as a goblin or troll. Her eyes were so busy taking in all the objects she saw that she didn't notice the few people looking in her direction.

First was a curly haired girl like herself that seemed to know lots of random information about this place. She was happily spouting it out to anyone who would listen for half a second.

Second were two boys who just happened to rest their gaze upon her. They were being chaperoned off into another store, but the red haired one said to the dark haired one that the girl looked an awfully lot like their friend that just stopped by to say hello.

Thirdly was a blond haired, arrogant, sinister looking boy. He took notice of everyone that passed through the gates, hoping to find some of his friends walking through.

Langella bought most of the things on her list: Books, ink, parchment, robes, hat, quills, scales, potion ingredients, a cauldron, and even an owl. The owl was only because her mother wished to hear from her often.

The last place she had to go was for her wand. She wasn't really looking forward to this. Dreading it would be the more appropriate word for it.

She took a nervous step into the gloomily lit interior of a shop lined with hundreds of boxes. She stared in awe at the neat little rows and stacks. She peered into a one of the boxes and saw a wand resting carefully inside. It was just waiting for the right person to come along and pick it up.

"Hello Miss Lahree." A voice spoke from behind a stack of boxes, "try this one."

A man stepped out and handed her a wooden stick that she would shortly call a wand. As she grabbed the wand she thought she might feel something, but she felt a bit let down at not feeling like she had accomplished anything. The man kept handing her sticks. She kept giving them back. Finally he settled on going to a room in the back of the store where he picked up a box, one of only a hundred that had originally been placed back there, thousands of years ago.

She grabbed the wand and suddenly felt a surge of something. Something that was indescribable. This was one of the moments that her eyes lit up with a bright green fire inside.

Langella paid for her new wand and left the shop. She thought about her latest purchase. It was eleven inches long and made of one of her favorite types of wood, willow. The part that interested her most was the fact that it had a phoenix tail feather in it. She had never seen a phoenix before.

As Langella left the shop, the shopkeeper turned and went back to the room where he had just gotten her wand, and sat down to ponder on what it would mean. He sat there meditating for a long while before his next customer swept him away from his thoughts. He sighed and stood up thinking I wonder what she will do with the power that she has chosen. At least the power is going to a safe place…I hope…

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"Come on mother, I don't want to miss the train!" Langella said impatiently

"You wont miss anything, Ally dear." Her mother replied using her nickname.

A train waited for her just beyond a magic gate. As she boarded she looked around for an empty compartment to sit in. Disappointed in not finding one she took the next best one. There was only a curly blond haired girl in the compartment she chose, the one that had seen her in Diagon Alley.

"Hello," Langella said nervously. She was expecting something far different from what she got as an answer.

"Oh. Hello. Would you like to sit in here? I am waiting for my friends, but you can join me. That way neither of us will be lonely. My name is Sophie. Sophie Longbottom." The curly blond haired girl replied rather speedily.

"Thank you. My name is Langella, but you may call me Ally."

"Ally it is then. Are you a first year? I am. I'm really excited. I have waiting to go here for a long time. Did you know that my mother was the smartest person in her year? Passed all her N.E.W.T.S spectacularly. My dad didn't do as great, but he was really good in herbology. Wow, I'm talking a lot and not letting you speak. I'm sorry. How are you?"

"I'm good. Excited for my first class. I hope I do alright, not knowing any magic yet."

"Oh! Are you a muggle? How interesting. You must have just found out about Hogwarts. It is a great place. My brother Norman loves it. I'm sure you'll love it too. Norman is a sixth year. There are so many undiscovered paths just waiting for someone to find. Hey! Look there is Will and Charlie."

Two guys entered the compartment laughing about something.

"Hey Sophie." The red haired boy said smiling, "Who is your friend?"

"That is Ally. Ally, this red haired pain is William Weasely. His friend over there is his cousin Charlie."

"Hello Sophie, Ally. What all have you been doing since you got on the train?" Charlie asked.

"We have just been talking about Hogwarts. About classes and what we think of the school. Of course I think the school is grand. Time to finally get away from my mother, at least for some classes. Did you know that she is going to be the new transfiguration teacher? She hasn't left me alone since I got my letter. She went straight out and bought my books and had me read them all. Actually some of them were a bit interesting. Trans-"

"We get the gist of it," Will interrupted quickly. "Don't worry Ally, if she just starts going on and on just ignore her and talk to someone else. She can go on for ages. Just wait till she reaches her fifth or sixth wind at the end of a long day."

"I do not talk for hours and hours on end!"

"Sure you don't" Charlie teased her

They talked for a couple hours, or at least Sophie did. Charlie took a nap in the middle of Sophie's speech on the finer points of being able to apparate. William stayed awake, but didn't really hear a word of what was said. Instead he stared out the window and counted birds in the sky. He was up to two hundred and sixty-three by the time the apparation speech was over. Ally started to relax in the company of some newly made friends.

Around noon a lunch cart came around full of snacks and treats that were just as odd as there names. There were Singing Sugar Cookies that sang all the way through your digestive tract. Purring Plums that purred softly when you pet them. There were still some of the normal, or more normal ones as well, Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jellybeans, and Pumpkin Pasties.

A/N: Thanks for reading it! Please review and wait for the next chapter... Hopefully they will get more interesting...