Chapter 2: The Purr of Rose
John POV
I was amazed at the awesomeness of Diagon ally, but with Sherlock acting like a prick, it was less enjoyable. I swear if jealousy was an illness, Sherlock would be in a hospital. He glared every time his brother fussed. Boy that kid had problems.
What I wanted most from Diagon ally was a pet; preferably a cat. I don't know why but I wanted one, but their quiet cleverness was just appealing .Finally, when we had gotten everything but wands, I rushed to Eeylops Owl Emporium which had a surprisingly large selection of cats too. Mycroft and Sherlock finally caught up to me.
"John, you want a cat?" Sherlock spat out.
"Very much so." I quickly replied.
"It's fine with me" Mycroft said, "And Sherlock, don't be rude about it. As I recall, you wanted one too."
Sherlock looked annoyed. I looked at the rows and rows of cats. I finally spotted a queen with 3 kittens. I walked over to them. Immediately, one of the kittens sat up.
"Would you like that one?" One of the workers asked me
"Yes, she is adorable." The employee took the kitten and put her into my arms.
The little kitten acted pleased by my presence as I studied her. The kitten had pale ginger fur and dark brown eyes.
"I'll call you rose." I said. Rose purred.
Sherlock's POV
John had just spoken cat! How weird! He is not normal; then again I'm not either.
Soon, I had a small kitten picked out too.
My cat had black fur with icy blue eyes and a white patch around the left one. I decided to call him Eye-patch.
Next we went to Ollivanders to get wands. John went first. After an hour of shattered vases, broken windows, tattered books and parchment, and explosions (like my labs), Mr. Ollivander got an idea. He pulled out a silver wand with carved vines wrapped around it. He handed it to John. We all waited, but nothing exploded. John had found his wand.
"I came across the wood for this wand many years ago. I don't know what type it was, but it had magical properties." Mr. Ollivander said. "Thirteen inches, unicorn tail hair, slightly springy, and good for charm work." He turned to me. "You next, Mr. Holmes." Ollivander handed me a want that looked similar like my brothers. Nothing exploded, so it was my wand. How had he done it on the first try? "11 inches, cherry wood, phoenix tail feather, and good for defense work."
We paid and left, in another week I wouldn't have to worry about John Smith. I would be at Hogwarts.