Lucy was wearing a turquoise sweater as she stared into the fireplace, and eyed Sasha, "So - I'm supposed to grab the… the… Floo powder?" -Jack nodded, indicating that indeed, it was called that- "-and enter the fire place and throw it onto the ground or whatever and say Diagon Alley?"
"Pretty much," Sasha whistled. Lucy frowned, and Jack grinned. Lucinda's friends both knew that it irritated her that she couldn't whistle.
"Okay… um… Jack, you first!" Lucy said unsurely and shoved her best guy friend (so far, heh heh) forwards. He cast her a defiant look before taking a handful of the powder from the bowl beside the fire place and closed his eyes before opening them once more. He opened his mouth. Within one swift movement, he flung the powder downwards and yelled: "DIAGON ALLEY!"
"Mum and Dad are coming, too," Sasha said, spotting the discomforted look on Lucy's face. Hesitantly, Lucy nodded before casually walking up to the bowl.
Careful not to knock the bowl over, she dipped her hand into the dip of the bowl and grabbed as much powder as she dared. Carefully, she walked into the fireplace and hunched over a bit, careful not to hit her head as she entered it.
Closing her eyes, the list of their supplies in one hand, the powder in the other, she flung it down and called out: "Diagon Alley!"
It was the weirdest sensation ever - so weird, in fact, that it was beyond words.
Lucy opened her hazel eyes and collided into Jack, who had managed to stand up. They both fell to the ground, Lucy laughing a bit, a big frown on her friend's slightly pale face. They got up and stepped a good distance from the place that they had both appeared from.
Within minutes, Sasha, Mr and Mrs Killo followed. "We'll get your books, dears," Mrs. Killo sighed dreamily, taking the list of supplies from Lucy, "You three go and get your pets if you want them, and your wands."
Beaming at each other, the trio shuffled off towards a shop that Lucy thought bore the words upon a sign above the door: Pet Emporium.
They walked into the store, the door opened with a cling sort of sound. Jack disappeared behind the section of what a sign said: Toads. Sasha ran off into the direction of: Owls. Almost instantly, she heard a Meow!
Scurrying off to find out where the noise was coming from, she spotted lines of cages which held cats. Strolling down the aisle, cats meowed eagerly at her. She hesitated, and stared at a small cat who had slunk away from the sound of footsteps.
Peering into the shadows of the cage, Lucy spotted the most wonderfully coated cat: black with orange patches. Yellow eyes glittered at her from within the shadows. Lucinda stared at the cat, wishing that it could be her's.
She couldn't buy it. Not that she had the money, she did. It was because that her mum was allergic to cats, and if she gave it to Sasha to take care of during the summers and possibly winters, if she didn't stay at Hogwarts that is, then the cat might wander over onto her yard. And if she gave it to Jack… well… his dad might blow it's head off. (Sorry if that spooked you or anything.)
Lucy stormed towards the Rats section. Her gaze flickered across the furry (are they even considered furry?) animals until they landed upon a brown rat. The rat had cinnamon brown fur, with amber coloured eyes. Taking the rat gingerly into her arms, she went to find the person who ran the shop.
Within ten minutes, Lucinda wandered out of the shop, carrying the rat whom she named Brownie (yeah - original. :\ I might change her name later.) in her one hand, and the caring supplies she would need in the other hand.
The next ten minutes, Sasha came out carrying a snowy owl of which she declared his name was Glacier (might change his name later too). Jack had bought a greenish-brown toad whom he said the toad's name was Murk (might change that later too).
"Hey - let's go to Ollivander's!" Sasha said encouragingly, "He has made the very best wands!" Looking at Lucy's questioningly look, she smiled, "Ollivander's. He's a wand maker. The best one there ever was - or so my Mum and Dad say… I haven't got a wand, you see."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Lucinda would have clapped her hands together - if she wasn't holding anything, that is.
Sasha smiled at Jack and Lucy before leading the way over to the small shop. Opening the door with a small clatter, they stared at the rows and rows of boxes that they knew held wands.
"Aye, if it isn't Miss Killo and Mister Burpol," said a sort-of old looking man. He could only be the one and only Ollivander. "And your friend," he added hastily when he spotted Lucy.
"This is Lucinda Ozly," Jack offered him, before setting his stuff down, along with his toad, and looked at the boxes and boxes of wands.
"I see… you are all here for your wands?" he asked them before adding, "Oh. Wait. Why else would you be here..? Are you left-handed or right-handed?" he asked us. "Right-handed," Sasha and Jack answered instantly. "Left," Lucy disagreed. He hurried off to go get some boxes.
Ollivander returned with about fifteen and open one delicately, and put it into Sasha's hands. With a flick of her wrist, boxes flew off of the shelves, and Ollivander shook his head, muttering about it not being the right wand.
After four more tries, Sasha finally managed to find the right wand. "Veela hair, Mahogany, 7 ½ inches, right hand," the wand-maker reported.
Jack took almost nine times before he found his. "Unicorn hair, Rosewood, 15 inches, right hand," Ollivander said.
However, when it got to Lucy, it took so long that she lost count - about six times. Lucy was beginning to lose hope when finally - "Hag hair, Maple, 9 ¾ inches, left hand," he said proudly.
"Thanks!" they chimed before paying him and running off.
Unless they forgot something, they didn't need to do anything else except for wait for the Hogwarts' Express.