Chapter Two
Rapunzel-
Rapunzel followed her mother through the throngs of people inside Diagon Alley. Her mother was dressed in a big coat and kept jumping away from people just to jump into another person. She seemed very flustered. Rapunzel was slightly embarrassed by her behavior when people would stop and laugh and whisper while looking at them. She wished her mother would just calm down.
"What's the first thing we need?" he mother asked her. Rapunzel pulled the list of needed school supplies from the pocket of her bright purple coat.
"Three sets of plain work robes, one plain pointed hat, one pair of protective gloves, and one winter cloak. All in black," Rapunzel read. Her mother nodded.
"We'll get that at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions," her mother said hurrying towards the shop. Rapunzel raced after her. Inside it was dark and stuffy and smelled of fabric. A short, and slightly chubby witch greeted them as they entered.
"Hogwarts?" she asked.
"Yes," Rapunzel's mother answered.
"Right this way please," the women ushered Rapunzel towards the back of the store. "We'll get you all fitted and ready in no time."
"I'll run out and get your books," her mother called after her. "I believe I remember which ones we need." Rapunzel gulped as her mother left. She allowed Madam Malkin to change her into a very plain and dull black robe. She began to take measurements and shifted the fabric for changes. When she was done she pulled out a wand and began to point at Rapunzel's robe and say all sorts of spells.
Rapunzel's robe began to move and flutter all around her. She smiled as it stopped and fell around her, the perfect size.
"Thanks you," she said to the little witch. Madam Malkin smiled and shook it off. Then she went to fetch Rapunzel two other robes, the hat, the gloves and the cloak.
When she returned Rapunzel tried on the hat which was a perfect fit. The robes were all the same so Madam Malkin didn't make her try them all on. The cloak proved to be too large so Madam Malkin had to shrink it down to size.
"There, now you're ready for Hogwarts," she smiled when they had finished. At the same time her mother arrived.
"I've got your books," she announced proudly, like she had just braved a dragon to win Rapunzel's school books. "What's next?"
"My wand, cauldron, crystal phials, telescope, and brass scales," Rapunzel said.
"Let's go to Ollivanders and pick up your wand," her mother said. She paid Madam Malkin and then she and Rapunzel headed back into the cold London air. They pushed through the crowds until they had reached a shabby old building that looked ready to fall over. The sign over head read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. It looked like it used to be gold, but all the paint was gone now.
"How old is this shop?" Rapunzel asked curiously.
"Who knows? It's been around for longer than I have," she shrugged. Rapunzel gawked at it as her mother dragged her inside. "Mr. Ollivander," she called. A portly man in a suit and with glasses practically waddled to them from a row of boxes that Rapunzel assumed contained wands. The whole store was full of rows upon rows of boxes. Rapunzel let her gaze travel over the old dusty store as her mother talked to the man.
"Wow," she breathed.
"Are you ready to find your wand deary?" the elderly man asked. Rapunzel nodded. He looked at her thoughtfully. "I think I've got just the wand for you," he waddled down one of the rows.
"I'll go get the rest of the items on your list while you're in here," her mother smiled. She practically ran out of the shop and down the street. Rapunzel knew her mother thought she was doing Rapunzel a favor by getting everything as fast as she could so they wouldn't have to stay out for too long.
"Here we are. Unicorn hair, willow, and ten inches," Mr. Ollivander waddled back over with an open box in his hand. It contained a silvery looking wand with a wavy looking handle. Rapunzel picked it up, unsure what to do. "Wave it," he instructed. Rapunzel waved the wand and it sent the little man spinning into the air.
"Oh," she squeaked.
"Nope," he said sternly when he landed on the ground again. Rapunzel quickly placed it back in the box. Mr. Ollivander began to search for a new wand. "Another Unicorn hair, hawthorn, and nine inches," he handed her another wand.
This one was a light brown with an almost golden looking handle. It had engravings of plants and suns along the handle that seemed to glow. Rapunzel liked this wand. She didn't have to wave it for the tip began to emit a lovely glow that turned into one of the suns on the handle. It illuminated the room and made her hair glow. She gasped as it went out. Mr. Ollivander smiled and nodded.
"There's your wand," he said. Rapunzel smiled too.
"Thank you."
"I didn't choose it for you. The wand chooses the wizard, or in this case the witch," he winked at her. Rapunzel looked down in amazement at the think wand in her hands. Just then her mother appeared at the door.
"Have you found it yet?" she asked. Rapunzel nodded and showed her mother her wand. "Ooh, very nice." She handed Mr. Ollivander a handful of Galleons and they turned to leave. As they were turning the door opened.
Standing there was a boy about Rapunzel's age with pale skin and frosty white hair. His eyes were a strange blue that almost looked grey. He was tall and thin and very handsome. He glanced at Rapunzel then glanced away like she meant as much to him as a bug.
"Mr. Ollivander," a man smiled from behind the boy. He was much taller than the boy with tan skin and black hair. "I've brought Jack to get his wand," he said. Mr. Ollivander nodded.
"Hello Alex," Mr. Ollivander said. "Good luck at Hogwarts Rapunzel," Mr. Ollivander called as she and her mother slipped past the Alex and Jack.
"Thanks," Rapunzel called back as they stepped outside. Alex smiled and nodded to them, but Jack ignored them. Rude, she thought as he closed the door behind them.
Jack Frost-
"Dragon heartstring, hickory wood, and thirteen inches," Mr. Ollivander said, offering Jack his fifteenth wand of the day. So far all of them had either done nothing of sent fireworks exploding everywhere.
This wand was longer than the rest with dark wood and had a silvery-blue glow. It almost looked like it had blue lines running over it. The end was slightly crooked, but Jack thought it looked cool like that.
He picked up the wand carefully, hoping it would do something cool. As he flicked it the windows were covered with ice. The flowers in a nearby vase also froze over. The ice shone in the sunlight then began to glow with an unearthly light. The flowers glowed too. It was oddly beautiful. Alex laughed and patted Jack on the back.
"I say you've got your wand," he smiled. Jack grinned and glanced at Mr. Ollivander. He nodded.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. They turned to see a mad wearing something very similar to Alex. He pointed at Alex with a very urgent look on his face. Alex sighed.
"I've got some business to attend to Jack. Why don't you just stay in here and I'll be back soon," Alex said. Jack shrugged and plopped down in an old chair next to Mr. Ollivanders's desk.
"I'll watch him," Mr. Ollivander promised as Alex exited the store. When he was gone Mr. Ollivander waddled over to some boxes and began to mumbled to himself and rearrange them. Jack sighed and looked around the store.
"So how old is this store?" Jack asked.
"Oh much, much, much older than any store in Diagon Alley. It's even older than me," he laughed.
"So you haven't always owned the store?" Jack asked.
"Goodness no. It has always been owned by the Ollivanders, but not by me. It has been passed down our family for years and now I've got it," he smiled. Jack nodded, not really interested in the store's history of owners.
"Did you go Hogwarts?" he asked. Mr. Ollivander smiled.
"Yes I did. Back when Neville Longbottom was Headmaster," he reminisced. Jack could barely hold in his laughter at the name. He coughed to cover it up and took a few deep breaths to get a hold of himself.
"So, uh, who's Headmaster now?" he asked.
"Nicholas Jurntry," Mr. Ollivander answered. "Peculiar fellow, but Longbottom had faith that he would be a good replacement." At least his last name isn't Longbottom, Jack thought. He laughed quietly at the thought.
"So how many other people have been in here that will go to Hogwarts?" he asked. Mr. Ollivander thought for a moment before answering.
"Quite a few. There was Rapunzel who was in here before, that odd toad looking boy, then the very quiet girl with dark hair, the short boy, the skinny boy, the fat boy, the girl with flaming hair," Mr. Ollivander began to rattle off a list of kids who had been there to purchase wands. Jack tuned out and closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall.
Hiccup-
Hiccup breathed in the smell of roasted toad and ice cream. He smiled and took a bite of his lunch. His father was eating across from him. He seemed pleased with how the day had gone. They had gotten his uniform from Madam Malkin, his books from Flourish and Blotts, and had even gotten him a new owl. It was a great horned owl that Hiccup had named Flighty. His favorite purchase was his wand.
It was phoenix feather, beech wood, and ten inches. It was pale and then darker at the handle part. It was slightly bent, but Hiccup liked it.
"Ready to go get your cauldron?" his dad asked. Hiccup nodded. Throwing away their food they grabbed all their bags and Flighty's cage then headed towards another store. It was filled with cauldrons, scales, and all sorts of tools for making potions.
Hiccup explored the store on his own, leaving his dad to find the pewter cauldron. He was walking down an aisle of many different bubbling potions when he tripped over something. Turing around he saw a very, very short, pudgy boy laying on the ground.
"Why you oaf," he snapped, trying to pick himself off the ground. He was so chubby that he began to roll over. Hiccup restrained himself from laughing and held out his hand to help. The boy grabbed it and pulled himself to his feet, early pulling Hiccup over.
"Sorry about that. I didn't see you," Hiccup apologized. The boy stuck his nose in the air and snorted.
"Likely story," he said. His voice was very snobby and Hiccup felt that this wasn't a very nice person. "I'm Gowthur by the way. Gowthur Reburned the fourth," he added. Hiccup didn't know what to say so he remained silent.
"Gowthur," a man called. He walked around the corner. "Gowthur your mother and I are ready to leave," he said. If Hiccup hadn't of known he would have never guessed the two were related. The man was tall and pale with a slim figure. Gowthur was short and fat with tan skin and big topaz eyes. He reminded Hiccup of a toad.
"Yes father," Gowthur called. He glared at Hiccup then trotted towards his father. He moved so incredibly slowly that Hiccup decided he wouldn't stand around and wait for him to reach his father. He turned around and walked as quickly as he could back to his dad.
Merida-
Merida and her mother were walking along Diagon alley at a slow pace. Neither of them minded the crowded street and the loud noises. Merida was trying to take everything in. She had never seen so many odd people.
There were some ladies that looked like the witches from movies with warts and big noses and pointy hats. Others looked tall and elegant like her mother. Some of the men had so much facial hair Merida thought for sure they were werewolves.
One person really stuck in her head. He was taller than anyone she'd ever seen with a long black cloak that covered most of his body. His face was in shadow from the hood of his cloak. Despite the darkness Merida had caught sight of his eyes. They were red, like blood. She had never seen anything like it.
When he looked at her she felt like she was in terrible trouble and looked away. When she looked back he was still staring and she hurried forward pulling her mother with her until they had lost him in the crowd.
So far they had her wand, an eleven inch cedar with phoenix feather, her uniform, her cauldron, her scales, and her phials. Now they were searching for a telescope and her books.
"Apothecary might have a telescope," her mother suggested. Together they fought their way through the crowd to a big yellow building. Inside they were met by the most horrible smell of rotten eggs.
"Gross," Merida said, covering her nose with her hand. Her mother ignored the smell and began to search for a telescope. Merida wandered away, looking at all the different ingredients.
Then she heard the sound of voices. She glanced around, but couldn't see anyone. Intrigued she followed the noise to find two men in black robes whispering to each other. They were both tall and tan with black hair. Merida hid behind a glass container of eyeballs.
"You can't be serious Alex," one of them whispered.
"Come on Drake," the other one, presumably Alex, said back. "He needs us to watch him. Who knows what could happen if we don't!"
"Who knows what could happen if we do," Drake shot back. "He's dangerous. Why do you think he's alone to begin with?"
"We don't have that answer. But you know what," Alex lowered his voice so Merida couldn't hear, "said about him." Drake sighed.
"That's why you can't do this. If it goes wrong it will just come back to you," Drake pointed out. Alex placed his hand on his shoulder.
"I can handle myself. I teach defense against the dark arts after all," he joked. Drake didn't laugh.
"I guess I'll see you when school starts," he said. Alex nodded. "Watch yourself brother," Drake warned.
"You too," Alex said. Drake nodded then walked down one of the rows of ingredients. Alex stayed still for a moment then walked away. Merida watched them leave in confusion.
"I wonder what that was about," she wondered aloud."
"What was about?" he mother asked, rounding the corner. Merida nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise.
"Oh, nothing."
"I found you a telescope," she pulled out a silver, collapsible telescope. Merida smiled and nodded. "So you can use the family owl for mail so we don't have to get one of those," her mother said to herself. Together they walked towards the front to pay for the telescope.
As they reached the front desk Merida noticed a man dressed in black robes walking out of the store. She watched him disappear into the crowd before following her mother.
A/N:
Wow! Chapter two is up already. I really like how this is going. I think I made the write choice or at least you guys did. Thanks to disnerd, Eva Maverx, and Hazel for reviewing. Reviews are very motivating to help me write. Disnerd I'm a HUGE Jackunzel fan too. I totally love them together. They don't wear shoes, I mean that is just cute. However they do wear them in this story haha. Hazel you are just going to have to read and find out if there is jackunzel or not! Don't you love how I made Neville become Headmaster. I always loved Neville and one time my brother and I were watching the Deathly Hallows part two and it was at the end showing how everybody got married and had kids and I was like "Where's Neville?" So Jacob said "He's probably Headmaster now." I just thought that would be really funny, but I really liked the idea so yeah, Neville was the Headmaster. Thanks for reading and please review!