Chapter 4
We departed off of the taxi, then we went to get our bags out of the taxi's trunk. My mom gave a thanks and some money and then she pointed over at some random brick wall.
"C'mon Drew, we're going to Diagon alley!"
"OOOOkay?"
She started randomly touching the white bricks, they were getting pushed in.
The thing just moved and I followed her into some creepy junked up alley way.
"I'm guessing this's Diagon alley?"
"Yep, let's go!"
As we walked in slowly everything faded to silence. The people with funny hats and robes were all staring at me blankly.
"I-i-t's, D-drew L-latto!" This shocked old lady with a purple robe shuddered silently.
Everybody was still silent. But as I had feared, the whole place changed from a dormant mountain, to an erupting, deadly, freaky volcano of cheers and screams.
I hate this kind of stuff. Me and mom just went over to some random wand shop, where this old dude was napping at a desk.
"ZZZZZZRRM... wuh?" He awoke with a start "DUH-HOI! oh... a customer!"
"My son would like a wand sir..."
"Ah.. yes yes...well, lets see what suits you!"
We went down narrow hallways of little thin boxes. He kept on handing them to me, I opened them, I tried using the wand inside but they never worked.
"Hmmm...AH yes! Come with me!"
I followed the old man into the corner of the store. He handed me a box.
"Open it!"
The box had an eerie magical feeling to it. But still it's presence made me want to open it. I then noticed a gold label on it:
-Mr.-
I pulled off the lid slowly, and I saw some random wand as usual. When I picked it up, I gave it a swing, nothing.
"Ah, so you aren't evil... Finally I have the chance to test out my machine! "
I cringed, I hated being the Guinea pig for stuff. There was this new shampoo that I had to test out for my mom because both of us have the same random scalp allergy. My hair fell out, I don't actually want to talk about it...
Me and mom followed him to a basement where a huge, red, bulky machine stood.
"Come here boy!" I came towards him.
"Place your hand here." He pointed at a small platform with the shape of a hand about a big as mine.
I placed my hand on slowly. The weirdest feeling ever surged through my body originating from my hand, it felt like it was running around my insides and then it surged right back into the machine.
"WOAH.. that felt... really weird."
CHA-CHING! A wand that was tinted teal popped out of a little hole and landed in the old dudes hand.
"Here you are... wait a sec..." He started examining it carefully with an anxious look on his face.
"Oh my this is so light... There is nothing inside, it's completely hollow!"
"I guess the machine's broken!" My mom suggested.
"No no no that's not it, your son here... seems to have so much magic running through him he dosen't need and magical items inside his wand! The reason that all the other wands didn't work was because it was too much for the want to handle! My my... This is really fragile... just polish it and it will become less easy to brake."
"If you polish the wand it won't emit magic... who hired you?" My mom asked rudely.
"Grunt... you gunna' pay me or what?"
My mom handed him a huge gold coin and we left. Mom pointed at some clothing store and gave me some money and said to get a robe fitted.
I walked over there and was told to stand with my arms out on some platform. The kid next to me looked like a British guy with his hair gelled back.
" 'Ello 'ello, you new here then?"
"What?"
"Ah yes, I see that you have a Canuck accent EH? Ahahahah yes jolly good!"
"Right..."
He kept on smiling, then stopped.
"NEH I'm just messing with you, Brits aren't all actually like that"
"OH thank god, I almost thought I'd be stuck in a school full of Caffeine high freak bags" I said in relief.
"That offends me..."
"Really?"
"NAW"
"Heh"
"My names Basil" He leaned towards me and shook my hand, it was hard to do though because we had to keep our backs straight.
"That was the most ODD handshake I ever had!"
"Sorry, in Canada we don't shake hands, we say 'YO' and then high five"
"High what?"
"Nevermind"
"What'd you call me?"
"Nev- it means just forget what I said."
"That's hard to do isn't it?"
"Ummm I guess than it means lets talk about something else or it dosen't matter..."
"Gosh you Canadians... make up your mind!"
He leaped off the stand with a fitted robe and waved me goodbye. I waited until the two witches were done my fitting. I stepped off the stool and walked outside, I forgot to pay... oh well. I waited outside of the store until my mom came.
"Wow Drew you look handsome..." My mom said looking me up and down with an evil smile on her devious face.
I might have blushed, I couldn't tell, I sure hope I didn't.
"Heh... oh yeah I forgot to pay..."
"Oh yeah it's okay they always forget, give me the money and I'll go pay for it, wait here."
"Okay!" I said handing her the money.
I watched her walk into the store. I looked away, and saw something, so, terrible.