Diagon Alley

Brinley had been counting the days left until Professor McGonagall came back. At last the day of 31st came and at exactly 12:00 she heard a loud crack outside the house. Brinley knew it was her. She ran downstairs and opened the door.

"Hello Brinley" said the woman.

"Hello professor! Come in."

"I do hope you have everything packed."

"Oh yes, I have my suit case upstairs."

"You mean your trunk?"

"Um. Sure."

Brinley brought down her trunk and saw her mom crying. She was the only one left in the house because Jessica was at a friend's house and her Mr. Miller was at work.

"Good bye bryn! I'll see you over the summer! Write every week! I love you!"

"Bye mom!" She said wrapping her in a tight embrace. She let go of her mom and walked out onto the front porch.

"Are you ready?" Asked the Professor.

"Yes. But where is your car?"

"Oh. I forgot about that part. We are going to dissaporate. All you have to do is grab onto my arm."

"Okay." And with that they dissaporated to Diagon Alley.

•. •. •.

"Is this Diagon Alley?"

"Yes it is. Isn't it wonderful? Bit crowded though..."

"Are you kidding? It's wonderful!"

"I suggest we go to Olivander's to get your wand first."

"Fine with me!"

"There it is. I have gold from the school to pay for your wand and anything else you need." She said smiling at Brin.

"Okay! Let's go!"

" I think you would make a good Gryfindor."

They walked over to the store and Brin was given many strange looks.

"why is everyone staring at me?"

"You have blonde hair and blue eyes, you are bound to get some strange looks. All of these people are English and those traits aren't very popular here."

They walked into the store and it suddenly became dark and gloomy.

"Ah..." Said a man in the corner. " An American muggle born. Those are quite rare indeed. She must be quite a powerful witch. Let's see what I can do"

The man walked past some shelves and returned witha dusty narrow box.

"Try this one."

Brinley picked it up, flicked it, and a vase broke in half.

"Oho. That one's no good."

He took it from her, put it in the box and returned to the shelves.

"Ah... Try this one."

She did so and again broke another vase.

"No, no, no. Certainly not." He paused. " I know just the one." He went back to the shelves and brought back another wand. Simple, but chic. "This one ought to do it!"

She waved the wand and it felt right, Unlike the others. She felt that this one was the one.

"Quite interesting. That wand right there is 12 inches, made of Holly, and has a core of a Phoenix feather. You must be quite brave. You would have made Godric Gryfindor proud."