A/N: Thanks to Psychonerd 5. I do not own Harry Potter or POTO
Chapter 9
The Rest of the Day
"Firs' stop, Madam Milkshake's Robes for Almost All Occasions!" Shagrid exclaimed as they walked toward a small shop not far away. "I hope yeh don' mind, but I'm goin' over to the Impermeable Cauldron for a few minutes to pick up a take-out order. Yeh don' mind goin' to this shop by yourself, do you?"
"No," Raoul told him, opening the door for himself.
"Then I'll see yeh later!" Shagrid walked away as Raoul entered the shop. Madam Milkshake was pacing around her shop. She was a tall witch dressed in red. "Are you here for Hogwarts as well?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Then head to the back, dearie."
Raoul scurried to the back and got up on a stool. Madam Milkshake was there soon after and began fitting a robe to him. There was another boy standing next to him.
"Are you going to Hogwarts too?" he asked in a dull voice.
"Yes," Raoul responded.
"My father's looking at wands and my mother's looking at books. After we're done with that, I'm going to make them by me one of those Cumulus Two-Millions. I think it's a dumb rule that first-years can't have brooms. Do you have a broom?"
"No."
"Do you play Quidditch?"
"No." What on Earth is Quidditch?
"I do, and I would bet a million Scallions that I'll be selected to play. So, what are your parents?"
"A witch and a wizard."
"Just like me. I don't think they should have any other kind taught at Hogwarts, what about yourself?"
But before Raoul could answer, Madam Milkshake informed him that his robe was done. He then walked out the door and saw Shagrid, who handed him an order of onion rings. He had one as well. They sat on the bench not far away and began to enjoy their food.
"Shagrid, what's Quidditch?" Raoul immediately asked.
"My, you don't know what Quidditch is either! It's a wizardry sport, the best around. You play it on broom sticks," he replied in a bit of shock.
After they finished, they bought even more items. Books were bought and Wither and Blotts. They also bought a bronze cauldron, although Raoul wanted a silver one. They bought a wand, a set of scales, but what Raoul was most happy about was what Shagrid bought him for his birthday. It was a Tawny Owl, whom he named Bedwig after an author of a book he was reading. He enjoyed his day at Diagonal Ally, and couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts.
"Here's your train ticket," Shagrid said, handing him a ticket before they left. "It leaves tomorrow at noon, sharp, so don't be late."
Raoul was confused when he read the ticket. "Platform nine and a quarter? Are you sure there is a Platform nine and a quarter?"
"I'm sure," Shagrid assured him, though Raoul could not understand what he was talking about. Surely there wasn't one, right?
