CHAPTER THREE!
Getting my wand was what i was most exsited for, I walked down Diagon Alley looking into ever shop we past, 'Flourish and Blott's' 'Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor' and there was a massive white building on a slant, it was high up and on the wall in golden writing was a poem
''Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there''
"Whats that?" I asked my mum,
"its the Wizard bank, its were we get all our money from"
"oh, is wizard money and normal people money different?"
"Its not Wizard and normal people, we call them Muggles, your a pure-blood because both your parents are Magic, then you have a half-blood who has one magical parent, then there are muggle born, when neither of the parent is Magic, and yes, the money is diffrent."
When we finally got to the end of the Alley, there was Ollivanders, the outside had two circual windows filled with what looked like neckless boxes, when we went inside, everywhere was filled with more neckless boxes, there were thousands, millions more like
"hello, welcome to my wand shop, lets try some out shall we?" an old man winked at me getting a couple of the neckless down
"Ah, this one might be nice 15 inches, unicorn hair" he passed it to me, i stood there didnt know what do to with it
"Go on then, give it a flick" He looked more exsited then me, but i flicked it and it shot out of my hand and back into the box
"Did i do it wrong?" I asked thinking the worst
"No no, oh no, that just isnt your wand, you see the wand choose the wizard" He got down another wand but that was right either.
After four wands failing he pulled down the last wand from the top shelf, the box was all dusty and looked like it had been up there for a while
"This wand, has been in my shop for over twenty-five years, i remeber your mother and father both trying it out but didnt quite match theres, but it is 16 inches like your fathers and is mahonany like your mothers and has a single phonix feather like your sisters, so if this was your wand it would be quite intressing" He held out the wand and watched carfully as i flicked the wand again, it started to glow and a wind blew up at me, the wand stayed in my hand tho, for the first time it didnt shoot back into its box
"Wow!" was the only thing i could say.